Verse 1
On Cal'Cvry's hill of soDmrrow
Where sDmin's demGands were paCid,
And raCys of hope for tomDmorrow
AcrGoss our path were laCid
Chorus
I sCee a crimFson strGeam of bloCod,
It floGws from CalvCary,
Its wavCes which reaFch the thrGone of GCod,
Are sweeGping over mCe
TodCay no condeDmmnation
AbiGdes to turn awCay
My soCul from His salvDmation,
He's iGn my heart to stCay
When gloCom and sadness whDmisper,
You've sinnGed—no use to praCy,
I loCok away to JeDmsus,
And HGe tells me to sCay
Chorus
I sCee a crimFson strGeam of bloCod,
It floGws from CalvCary,
Its wavCes which reaFch the thrGone of GCod,
Are sweeGping over mCe