On the cross as he hung and in shame was for saken, As they drove the nails in his hands and his Feet, as death closed his eyes, his Cries went to heaven, oh! Father for give them I hear him one Morning past day break, as the crowd slowly Gathered, like a sheep he was humble, to his father's own Will, so sad was his face that, the birds stopped their Singing, they were walking my lord up Calvary's hill. In a tomb he was laid but Death could not hurt him, he was god's only Son in this world be low, on the Cross he fulfilled the plan of sal- Vation, iwant to thank Jesus for he's coming again