Oh, this is the midnight hour of victory
Come and see, a mournful garden where a sinless man is grieved
And there a king, among the peasants and the carpenters and theives
His glory seen, not in crowns but gentle words and healing deeds
Sing sing sing!
Sing the song of the redeemed
And bring bring bring
Heavy hearts and broken hands before our king! Oh
Calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see, a sight that sets us free
And see, in chains, shown the way departs gethsemane
A friend will lead, to such an evil place, he can’t forgive his deeds
Arraigned in peace, not a word of ill this judgement hall shall see
Hope released, in silent fear and trembling learning of his fate
Sing sing sing!
A joyous song of mournful things
For here our king
Made a villain, and a lie, hung from a tree
Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see a sight that sets us free
To see you as a man, loving eyes and calloused hands
Your words have opened eyes. Brought riches from insolvent lives
Dealt a traitors fate wit roman nails and to hold your weight
And suffering as you die, still pleading for afflicter’s lives
Morning falls, take the path to where our savior laid
One last look, to view the fate of all who’d follow in his wake
There we see what only prophets can describe
An empty cave, a man in white proclaiming Jesus is alive!
Sing sing sing!
This is the story of a king
And speak these things
Let resound proclaiming death has lost its sting
Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see an empty tree
Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see a sight that sets us free