Hill of Golgotha

It wasn't easy but Jesus died for me.

His precious blood flowed for me,

to make me spotless, to make me

pure, white and clean.

It wasn't easy but Jesus died for me.

His precious blood flowed for me,

to cover my shame, to remove my

guilt and wash away my sins.

I remember the price he paid for me on

 the Hill of Golgotha, he became my 

sacrificial lamb, without blemish and spot.

I eat of his body and drink of his blood

to be spotless.