A Hill at Calvary

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A Hill at Calvary

Upon a hill at Calvary,

There stands an endless memory,

Of a Man, a Cross, and a deed that was done,

Of the day we sacrificed God’s Son.

He wasn’t killed ‘cos He broke the law,

Or that His motives were so unsure;

He posed a threat to their way of life,

For to strict tradition, He was bringing strife.

There are no laws we can hide behind,

He came to open eyes that were blind;

The letter of the law will bind us to sin,

The Spirit of the law, sets us free, in Him.

He poured out His life that gruesome day,

He knew, for our sins, someone had to pay;

He chose the road that would lead Him to hell,

He chose God’s will, and He did it well.

He took the death we were bound to die,

And He looked old satan, straight in the eye,

"You think you’ve won, you’ve defeated man,

But, satan, you’ve just completed God’s plan.

For sin’s forgiveness, blood must be shed,

It is written, and that’s what the Scriptures have said,

The blood of a lamb can cleanse sin’s stain,

And make a man clean from his sin again.

But you took this Lamb, the purest of all,

This Lamb that you knew, before your fall,

And you turned men’s hearts, and filled them with hate,

But when you did that, you sealed your own fate.

For this Lamb that was killed, by you and by man,

Has power in His blood that no animal can;

It’s the blood of heaven, of God, pure and true,

And God’s love has always been stronger than you.

You think that My death was by your design,

That when I was gone, things for you, would be fine;

You failed to see, that I made the choice,

I simply obeyed My Father’s voice.

I chose to lay down My life for man,

I chose to fulfil My Father’s plan;

My Blood, poured out, would set them free,

I AM the doorway, they can come through Me.

Through Me they are free, to turn from you,

And though you accuse them, the things they do,

When you chose My death, their debt was paid,

You betrayed yourself, with the plans you laid.

You chose My death, that you might be king,

I chose My death, to bring them in;

Hatred is strong, it can do many things,

But Love is far stronger, and gives man wings.

It was love that led Me, to that hill to die,

And love that caused My voice to cry,

‘Father, forgive them, they know not what they do,

Forgive them, and bring them, through Me, to You.’

So I’ll take the keys, and I’ll open your door,

The power you held, over death, is no more;

And though you may roam the world with your lies,

There is freedom, for any, whom My Blood applies.

For any who claim Me as Saviour and Lord,

Is stronger than you, of that they’re assured;

For living within them, My Spirit will dwell,

And they have no place now, with you and your hell.

For I will return to the people I knew,

And tell them the power, they have over you;

And when I ascend to My Father above,

I will leave them My Spirit, His strength and His love."

We have God’s assurance, the work it was done,

That day on the Cross, mankind killed His Son;

There’s no condemnation, no vengeance ‘gainst man;

Because, in all truth, it was really God’s plan.

He loves all His people, that He made with such care,

He saw us in sin, and could not leave us there,

He knew how to save us, rejoin us to Him,

So He paid the price that was needed for sin.

So we look at the Cross, and instead of great sorrow,

We know God has bought us a brand new tomorrow,

And our hearts they respond and we offer Him praise,

Yes our hands, eyes and hearts, up to heaven we raise.

For we know in our hearts, it is Easter each day,

That to life everlasting, there is only one Way,

We claim Jesus as Saviour, as Lord and as King,

Acknowledge His Name is above everything.

We humble our hearts, and we bow down our knee,

We say thank You Saviour that You died for me,

We thank You for counting Your life as no loss,

We thank You for paying that price on the Cross.

We live out our lives as one who’s born anew,

Accept that the glory, belongs only to You,

We sing out Your praise, and we speak out Your Word,

For You’ll not return, until all man has heard.

And You left a job, that You want us to do,

You gave the commission, to tell all of You,

Of the gift that You gave, and the price that You paid,

When that day, long ago, Your life down You laid.

On the Cross it was finished, the work was complete,

The wages of sin, and its costs You did meet,

And all that is needed, for us to be free,

Is that each declare, "Lord; You’re Lord over me."

© 22/10/2003