I Believe In A Hill Called Mount Calvary


William J. Gaither with Dale Oldham and Gloria Gaither.

I believe in a hill called mount Calvary
I believe whatever the cost
And when time has surrendered
And earth is no more
I’ll still cling to the old rugged cross

I believe that this life with its great mysteries
Surely someday will come to an end
But faith will conquer the darkness and death
And will lead at last to my friend

I believe that the Christ
Who was slain on the cross
Has the power to change lives today
For He changed me completely
A new life is mine
And that is why by the cross
I will stay

I believe in a hill called mount Calvary
I believe whatever the cost
And when time has surrendered
And earth is no more
I’ll still cling to the old rugged cross

William J. Gaither also wrote the lyrics along with Dale Oldham and Gloria Gaither. And when they reached a place in Hebrew called Golgotha, a place called the Skull, a place called Calvary – there they crucified Him along with criminals, one on his right and one on his left – Lk 23:33.

It is not a parable that Jesus Christ died. It is a historical fact. In other words there was a time in history when Christ hung on the cross and I believe in a hill called Calvary. Yes! Calvary, Calvary, be my glory ever, till my ruptured soul shall find- rest beyond the river.

About the  place which is called Calvary, C.H. Spurgeon once wrote – The hill of comfort is the hill of Calvary; the house of consolation is built with the wood of the cross; the temple of heavenly blessing is founded upon the riven rock–riven by the spear which pierced His side. No scene in sacred history ever gladdens the soul like Calvary’s tragedy.

“Is it not strange, the darkest hour that ever dawned on sinful earth, Should touch the heart with softer power, for comfort, than an angel’s mirth? That to the Cross the mourner’s eye should turn, Sooner than where the stars of Bethlehem burn?”

Light springs from the midday-midnight of Golgotha, and every herb of the field blooms sweetly beneath the shadow of the once accursed tree. In that place of thirst, grace hath dug a fountain whichever gushes with waters pure as crystal, each drop capable of alleviating the woes of mankind. You who have had your seasons of conflict, will confess that it was not at Olivet that you ever found comfort, not on the hill of Sinai, nor on Tabor; but Gethsemane, Gabbatha, and Golgotha have been a means of comfort to you. The bitter herbs of Gethsemane have often taken away the bitters of your life; the scourge of Gabbatha has often scourged away your cares, and the groans of Calvary yields us comfort rare and rich. We never should have known Christ’s love in all its heights and depths if He had not died; nor could we guess the Father’s deep affection if He had not given His Son to die. The common mercies we enjoy all sing of love, just as the sea-shell, when we put it to our ears, whispers of the deep sea whence it came; but if we desire to hear the ocean itself, we must not look at every-day blessings, but at the transactions of the crucifixion. He who would know love, let him retire to Calvary and see the Man of sorrows die.

Yes I can sing again with Bill and Gloria Gaither –  I believe in a hill called mount Calvary, I believe whatever the cost, And when time has surrendered , And earth is no more
I’ll still cling to the old rugged cross.

I believe that the Christ Who was slain on the cross Has the power to change lives today
For He changed me completely;  A new life is mine; And that is why by the cross
I will stay.

 

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