On a hill, He is crying!
On the cross, He is dying -
Oh, see Him in agony!
Behold Him in cruel pain!
Listen to Him cry out again,
'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
For us, He is crucified!
For us, He suffered and died,
Taking our place on Calvary!
He died the world to save!
He was buried in a cold dark grave,
As His enemies celebrated in glee!
For three days and nights he lay,
Until death's shackles gave way,
As He arose triumphantly!
Arisen, on that first day!
Arisen, He lives today!
Arisen eternally!
© 2009 by Loyd C. Taylor
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