On a hill, called Calvary Stands an endless mercy tree. Every broken, weary soul, Find your rest, and be made whole. Stripes of blood that stain its frame Shed to wash away our shame. From the scars, pure love released; Salvation by the mercy tree. In the sky, between two thieves, Hung the blameless Prince of Peace, Bruised and battered, scarred and scorned, Sacred head pierced by our thorns. "It is finished." was his cry. The perfect Lamb was crucified. His sacrifice, our victory; Our Savior chose the mercy tree. Hope went dark that violent day. The whole earth quaked at Love's display. Three days silent in the ground, This body born for Heaven's crown. On that bright and glorious day, When Heaven opened up the grave: He's alive and risen indeed! Oh, praise Him for the mercy tree! Death has died, love has won; Hallelujah, hallelujah! Jesus Christ has overcome; He has risen from the dead. One day soon, we'll see his face; Every tear, He'll wipe away. No more pain or suffering Praise him for the mercy tree. Death has died, love has won; Hallelujah, hallelujah! Jesus Christ has overcome; He has risen from the dead. Death has died, love has won; Hallelujah, hallelujah! Jesus Christ has overcome; He has risen from the dead. He has risen from the dead! On a hill called Calvary Stands an endless mercy tree.