Barbara Mandrell - He grew the tree

^GHe molded and ^Cbuilt a ^Gsmall lonely ^D7hill That He ^Cknew would be ^Ccalled Calv^Gary ^Am Then He ^Gmade the ^Cseed that woul^Gd grow to ^Embe ^A7Thorns that would ^A7make His Son ^D7blee^D7d

Then He ^Gmade a green ^Cstem, gave it ^Gleaves and t^G7hen gave it ^Csunshine and ^Crain And sheltered it with m^Goss ^{G C}He grew the ^Ctree that ^GHe knew would ^Embe ^GUsed to make the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross^G

^D7Nothing took His l^D7ife w^Gith love He ^Emgave it ^AmHe was cruci^D7fied on a ^Gtree that He ^G7created With great ^Clove for ^Cman God ^Gstayed with His ^Cplan ^GHe grew the ^Emtree so that ^Cwe might go f^Gree

With ^Gtears in His ^Ceyes God looked ^Gdown through ^D7time Saw Him s^Cpat upon rej^Cected and ^Gmocke^Amd Still ^CHe grew the ^Ctree that H^Ge knew would^Em be ^GUsed to make the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross^G

^CHe grew the ^Ctree that ^GHe knew would ^Embe ^GUsed to make the ^D7old rugged ^Gcros^Ems