The cross still stands on Calv'ry hill,
Tree of a new and blessed life;
And in a garden close at hand
The Lord of life and death lies still.
The peace of death enfolds him now,
Anguish and pain can do no more.
The Victor-Victim for our sins,
He sleeps awhile to rise again.
To Christ who died for love of us,
Bearing our sins before the throne,
To Father and to Paraclete,
Be glory till the end of time.