Walking My Lord Up Calvarys Hill

On the cross as He hung in shame was forsaken As they drove the nails in His hands and His feet As death closed His eyes His cries went to heaven Oh Father forgive them I hear Him repeat 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 hushed 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 below On the cross He fulfilled the plan of salvation I want to thank Jesus for He’s coming again 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 hushed their singing They were walking my Lord up Calvary’s Hill 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 hushed their singing They were walking my Lord up Calvary’s Hill They were walking my Lord up Calvary’s Hill