Calvary

Jesus wept alone in the garden, sweated blood for our sins He pardoned.

Nailed to a cross and pierced His side, conquered the grave and came to

life. The dead would rise and the angels sing, the Holy Spirit

and the reborn King, poured out His love on Pentecost, a guiding light

to all the lost. They say nothing in this life is free,

but they haven't heard about Calvary. Calvary, with arms spread wide,

that's where Jesus died, on Calvary, on Calvary. With a crown

of thorns, His flesh was torn on Calvary, oh,