Betty S. Jordan - Harold Timmons
| (1) | If you could see the tears that were shed that day on
Calvary's hill, From all of those who were standing near, as they stood there hushed and still; While they looked upon the Lord, His blood and tears were flowing down, Hanging high upon the cross, as the tears fell to the ground. |
| (2) | I’ve never had the nails driven in my hands and
feet, Nor have I worn a crown of thorns that caused pain to run so deep; As I see Him hanging there, without a doubt or a fear, Showing His great love for me, as His death was drawing near. |
| (Chorus) | Calvary's bitter tears, falling down from their face, As they watched the Son of God, the crucifixion taking place; Calvary's bitter tears, oh the pain my Savior bore, As they mocked and scorned the name of my blessed, loving Lord. |
| (Tag) | Calvary's bitter tears, oh the pain my Savior bore, As they mocked and scorned the name of my blessed, loving Lord. |
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