I
Six hours one Friday outside the gates
Jesus at Calv’ry brought power our way
A source of provision bought by a friend
We draw from this over and over again
C
We can’t use it all or spend what it’s worth
We can never deplete what God gave the Earth
We cannot diminish the work it is finished
We will never exhaust the power of the cross
II
The shackled see freedom the guilty get grace
The sinners salvation the lost find the way
Soldiers are strengthened wounded are healed
Many millions each moment count on the hill