† Where The Timbers Cross †

1. Two thousand years ago, outside the Eastern Gate,
They led Jesus to Golgotha's Hill, He went there in my place.
Across His scared, and beaten back, a world of sin was tossed;
They nailed Him to, that rugged tree, where the timbers cross.

C. That old rugged hill became a battlefield,
Where the war for the souls of men was fought.
And as the battle raged, death, hell and the grave, they lost;
And victory hung, where the timbers cross.

2. The earth was black as midnight, and 'neath the darkened sky,
Forsaken for a debt not His, our Lord was crucified.
And through His bitter anguish, He counted not the cost;
He paid the price for you and me, where the timbers cross.
C.
T. Jesus shed His blood for you and me, where the timbers cross.