Up on the hill

Up on the hill

With a pure heart

Down on his knees

He poured his heart

To his father in prayer

Up on the hill

With a heart so pure

Love for you and me

On a tree he hung,

O what manner of love

Up on a hill

So that we might live

His life he gave

And paid for my sins

Now I live

Up on the hill

May I never forget

While I was yet a sinner

He died for me

By grace I am saved