Upon the rugged hill He stood,
A beacon in the darkest night.
His sacrifice, misunderstood,
Yet brought the world eternal light.

With arms outstretched, He bore our load,
In silent grace, He faced the strife.
Through every thorn and heavy road,
He gifted us His boundless life.

The nails that pierced, the crown of pain,
Were but the price of love so pure.
In death, He broke each binding chain,
His promise stands, forever sure.

The empty tomb, a victory,
His spirit, ever bright and free.
In Christ, we find our destiny,
The hope of all eternity.