In the shadows of midnight in the garden you could hear a voice pray
Father if possible please let this cup pass away
The hour was upon him, the battle between love and hate
When the master of evil would challenge the master grace

He walked up that lonely hill with the load of the cross on his back so beaten and torn
Leaving behind him footprints of blood that lead to were Christians were born
The hands that once reached out that healed the blind eyes
Were nailed to the old, rugged tree
There on that hillside the master of grace died for me

The battles now over thank God my souls been set free
For the one who once held me in prison has lost hold on me
The account now is settled the payment in blood has been made
The wonderful king of glory became the master of grace

He walked up that lonely hill with the load of the cross on his back so beaten and torn
Leaving behind him footprints of blood that lead to were Christians were born
The hands that once reached out that healed the blind eyes
Were nailed to the old, rugged tree
There on that hillside the master of grace died for me

Nailed no that hillside the master of grace died for me