| He Climbed A Hill for Me |
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It was a sad day. But, the day was blessed forever, too. Jesus came in our stead, climbed that old hill for me and you, He was tired and worn, a crown of thorn about His dear head, But for us He climbed that old hill, and hung until He was dead. I praise His name, he went down in fame, for He left Heaven void for a bit, That on one grand day when we get there, on a throne we'll sit, He left his Father, laid aside His omnipresence along with His signet ring, That in our hearts we could accept His love and gladness He'd bring. Instead of a robe of white, he was dressed in scarlet that day, As he was changing places with you and I, as He climbed the hill that way, On He went, no water to drink, Blessed Lord what hath they done To our dear Savior who took up and bore our cross, our freedom won? He bought my sins, it shames me so, that where e'er He goes I want to go, Until my life here is done and He calls me to my mansion, my head bowed low, That He built without hands, but bade it be so that we could be with He, Who took up that old cross and climbed a hill, all the way to victory. Thank Thee, Oh, Lord Jesus for laying aside Thy omnipotence to be, In my stead on Calvary, as you climbed up that steep old hill for me, Thou art my one and only Savior today, may it forever and ever be, As I march forward up a hill that I have to climb, that I may be with Thee. |
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