IN THE GARDEN EVENING FELL
WHAT A SAD STORY THE GROUND COULD TELL
WHEN JESUS KNELT TO PRAY TO GOD
TEARS FELL, THE LORD'S HEAD DID NOD
HIS BURDEN HE WOULD HAVE TO BEAR
TO SAVE SINNERS THAT DID NOT CARE
ABOUT THE PRICE HE'D HAVE TO PAY
BY GIVING HIS LIFE HE MADE THE WAY
FOR HE TRULY IS THE ONLY ONE
WE GO TO GOD THROUGH HIM HIS SON
THE SKY GREW DARK , HIS SIDE DID FLOW
WITH THIS SACRIFICE THE WORLD WOULD KNOW
HE GAVE HIS LOVE, LAID DOWN HIS WILL
THE THIEF THEY FREED SO THEY COULD KILL
THE SON OF GOD THAT HE LOVES SO
SHOWS YOU JUST HOW FAR MANKIND WILL GO
WHEN EASTER MORNING DOES ARRIVE
THEY FOUND THE SAVIOUR SO ALIVE
HE TOUCHED THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM IN SPRING
THE ANGELS IN THE HEAVEN'S SING
EASTER MORNING CHRIST WAS RAISED
THE LIVING LORD, IS FOREVER PRAISED!!!!!!!



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"The place which is called Calvary." - Luke 23:33
The hill of comfort is the hill of Calvary; the house of consolation is built with the wood of the cross; the temple of heavenly blessing is founded upon the riven rock-riven by the spear which pierced his side. No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like Calvary's tragedy.
"Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth, Should touch the heart with softer power, For comfort, than an angel's mirth? That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn, Sooner than where the stars of Bethlehem burn?"
Light springs from the midday-midnight of Golgotha, and every herb of the field blooms sweetly beneath the shadow of the once accursed tree. In that place of thirst, grace hath dug a fountain which ever gusheth with waters pure as crystal, each drop capable of alleviating the woes of mankind. You who have had your seasons of conflict, will confess that it was not at Olivet that you ever found comfort, not on the hill of Sinai, nor on Tabor; but Gethsemane, Gabbatha, and Golgotha have been a means of comfort to you.
The bitter herbs of Gethsemane have often taken away the bitters of your life; the scourge of Gabbatha has often scourged away your cares, and the groans of Calvary yields us comfort rare and rich. We never should have known Christ's love in all its heights and depths if he had not died; nor could we guess the Father's deep affection if he had not given his Son to die. The common mercies we enjoy all sing of love, just as the sea-shell, when we put it to our ears, whispers of the deep sea whence it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at every-day blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. He who would know love, let him retire to Calvary and see the Man of sorrows die.