Rhonda Vincent - Walking my lord up calvarys hill

^GOn the cross as He hung in ^Cshame was for^Gsaken As ^Cthey drove the nails ^Gin His ^A7hands and His ^D7feet

As d^Geath closed His eyes His ^Ccries went to ^Gheaven Oh ^CFather for^Ggive them I ^D7hear Him re^Gpeat

One ^Cmorning past day break as the crowd slowly ^Ggathered Like a sheep He was humble to His father’s own ^D7will

So sad was His ^Cface that the birds hushed their ^Gsinging They were walking my Lord ^D7up Calvary’s ^GHill

In a tomb He was laid but ^Cdeath could not ^Ghurt Him He was ^CGod’s only ^Gson in ^A7this world be^D7low

On the ^Gcross He fulfilled the ^Cplan of sal^Gvation I ^Cwant to thank ^GJesus for He’s ^D7coming a^Ggain

One ^Cmorning past day break as the crowd slowly ^Ggathered Like a sheep He was humble to His father’s own ^D7will

So sad was His ^Cface that the birds hushed their ^Gsinging They were walking my Lord ^D7up Calvary’s ^GHill

One ^Cmorning past day break as the crowd slowly ^Ggathered Like a sheep He was humble to His father’s own ^D7will

So sad was His ^Cface that the birds hushed their ^Gsinging They were walking my Lord ^D7up Calvary’s ^GHill

They were walking my Lord ^D7up Calvary’s ^GHill^{C G}