Monte do Calvário

There, on a mountain beyond, behold the rough cross,
Where Someone is in distress.
It is my Lord, who descended from Heaven,
To grant me salvation.

CHORUS: Hill, Calvary Hill,
Where my Jesus died for me!
Sad, behold Him wounded thus;
Alone, in agony He perished.
Pure, He bore my burden,
To free me from sin.
This was the happiest day:
For He died to save me!

There, on a mountain beyond, behold the crowd
Mocking the Savior.
But it was not in vain that Jesus descended
To redeem the sinner.