Were you there when He prayed to the Father above and the Son was glorified?
Were you there when they mocked Him in the crowd and they yelled crucify.
Were you there when they spit upon His face and placed the throns upon His head?
The blood came dripping down His face, the color of crimson red.

I thank God for a hill called Mt. Calvary;
Were His blood was shed to set me free.
It was love that kept Him nailed to the cross;
His love for you and me.

I was there in the crowd that mocked His name and nailed Him to the tree;
I was the one who prieced His side and His blood came flowing free.
He died upon an old rugged cross to save a wretch like me;
I cried Dear Lord forgive my sins, a sinner's perfect plea.

I thank God for a hill called Mt. Calvary,
Were His blood was shed to set me free.
It was love that kept Him nailed to the cross;
His love for you and me.

It was love that kept Him nailed to the cross;
His love for you and me.