by Guest » Mon Apr 02, 2012 5:02 pm
A Man, a cross, a hill, a death so long ago.
What could it mean to me across the centuries?
His Love, His Plan, His Grace, His Wounds, the crimson flow.
How could it transform me? Oh, precious Mystery!
I'll Glory in Calvary's tree, a symbol of death that means life to me.
I'll Glory in Calvary's cross without which I'd be most certainly lost.
The nails, the spear, the whip, the thorns, the mockery
The untold agony, He bore it willingly.
His hands, His feet, His side, His back, His brow for me
He took sin's penalty, secured my liberty!
I'll Glory in Calvary's tree, a symbol of death that means life to me.
I'll Glory in Calvary's cross without which I'd be most certainly lost.
A Man, a cross, a hill, a death so long ago.
What could it mean to me across the centuries?
His Love, His Plan, His Grace, His Wounds, the crimson flow.
How could it transform me? Oh, precious Mystery!
I'll Glory in Calvary's tree, a symbol of death that means life to me.
I'll Glory in Calvary's cross without which I'd be most certainly lost.
The nails, the spear, the whip, the thorns, the mockery
The untold agony, He bore it willingly.
His hands, His feet, His side, His back, His brow for me
He took sin's penalty, secured my liberty!
I'll Glory in Calvary's tree, a symbol of death that means life to me.
I'll Glory in Calvary's cross without which I'd be most certainly lost.