Poem -

Calvary Hill

 He was killed on Calvary Hill. For it was Calvary Hill where Jesus died. The moon stood still on Calvary hill. They lingered until they were healed. The wind did blow, it blew rapidly that it broke the Vail. 

  Thou We were in sin he thought of us still & gave us our fill on Calvary Hill.

On the 3rd day he rose just to help those like you & I.

  When I was in sin he died for me still. He saved all of us on Calvary Hill.