Walking My Lord Up Calvary's Hill Wilma Lee and Stoney Cooper On the cross as He hung and in Shame was forsaken As they drove the nails In His hands and His feet.. As death closed His eyes, His cries went to Heaven Oh Father forgive them I hear Him repeat One morning past daybreak As the crowd slowly gatherer Like a sheep he was humble To His Father's own will So sad was his face That the birds stopped their singing They were walking my Lord Up Calvary's Hill. In a tomb He was laid But death could not hurt Him He was God's only son In this world below On the cross He fulfilled the Plan of Salvation I want to thank Jesus For He's coming again. One morning past daybreak As the crowd slowly gatherer Like a sheep he was humble To His Father's own will So sad was his face That the birds stopped their singing They were walking my Lord Up Calvary's Hill.