Upon Golgotha's hill,
Three crosses scarred the night,
For the world had killed a Man,
Who'll forever be clothed in white.
He took upon His back,
The sins of all mankind,
How could we kill the Man,
Who could even heal the blind?
But no man can stop the plan,
Or slow the work of God,
For Christ has conquered death,
Now with angels, He doth trod.
So with vigor I now pray,
That one day I may meet,
And with confidence stand,
Before the judgement seat.
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