Jesus climbed the hill of Calvary
And they nailed Him on a cross
Though He had no sin my friend, like me and you
He submitted like a gentle lamb and let them nail Him there
And prayed "Forgive them, for they know not what they do"
Oh, there never was a pulpit like the old rugged cross
And there never was such a meeting place as Calvary
There never was a greater lesson preached on love by mortal man
And there never was a pulpit like the cross
What a crowd was gathered on the hill of Calvary that day
Not long before Christ's victory was won
As His own mother watched and wept beside a friend whom Jesus loved
Christ said, "Dear mother, when I'm gone, he'll be your son"
A guilty man was hanging on another cross that day
Convicted of some thievery, his sin
And suff'ring Jesus saw some good in him and he forgave that man
And said, "Today, into My Heaven enter in"
As you sit and pray in comfort, and in finery adorned
Without a thought of shame, regret, or loss
Just think of Jesus on that hill in pain, to awful to be born
And remember that old pulpit called the cross
No, there never was a pulpit like the cross
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