Calvary, my Calvary, Great Mountain of proud heritage Created and seated from time immemorial Waiting for her time in history With pebbles and beautiful flowers you were adorned Seasons and times passed on you Children and lovers graced your sites Shepherds and warriors marched your paths Even David the beloved sang on your meadows How I love to see they face My Calvary Bellows and wars Romans dubbed you Golgotha, Where skulls rolled And light taken off from life sockets Crucify, crucify replaced thy ascent songs, Your roses stained in blood Your sweet scents with stench odours And men avoid thy paths No more waves from love pals, How I love to see thy face My calvary If you could, would have, Rejected His crucifixion, Not the blood of your adorn-er Who gave you beauty if you could, you would have, Covered your face with thorns, To fight the assailants, From driving home their nails, Through the hollow of his hands, How I love to see your face, My Calvary. Until "It is finished" Then you beamed with joy That He had made you thus, To be remembered with redemption To be called the hill of perfections, Where all humanity were saved Then all races and tongues Come to you, That you are, You are the prince of all mountains How I love to see your face! My Calvary. |