(1)
My Savior was praying, one day in the garden.
He knew that he, must soon give his life.
He knew that he, must go to Calvary.
I’ll tell you my friends, he paid a great price.
Chorus:
Six hours on the cross, our Savior hung dying.
Six hours on the cross, oh, what a sad time.
My God, My God, why am I forsaken?
Six hours on the cross, your savior and mine.
(2)
Now the soldiers lead Jesus, to the judgement hall.
He suffered and bled, and died for all.
They crowned his head, and spat on his face.
There was no one, to take his place.
(no chorus here)
So tired and so weary, he could not lay down.
While carrying his cross, he fell to the ground.
Old sinners wake up, and give up your pride.
Six hours on the cross, he hung there and died.
Chorus:
Six hours on the cross, our Savior hung dying.
Six hours on the cross, oh, what a sad time.
My God, My God, why am I forsaken?
Six hours on the cross, your savior and mine.
Tag:
Six hours on the cross, your savior and mine.