They Whupped Him Up The Hill

Well, they whipped Him up the hill
Whipped Him up the hill
Whipped Him up the hill for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And they whipped Him up the hill for me

Well, they crowned His head with thorns
Crowned His head with thorns
Crowned His head with thorns for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And they crowned His head with thorns for me

Well, they spit Him in the side
Spit Him in the side
Spit Him in the side for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And they spit Him in the side for me

Well, the blood come trickling down
Blood come trickling down
Blood come trickling down for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And the blood come trickling down for me

Now, He hung His head and died
Hung His head and died
Hung His head and died for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And He hung His head and died for me

He ain't never said a mumbling word
Well, He never said a mumbling word
Oh, He never said a mumbling word for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
And He never said a mumbling word for me

He'll rise on Easter morn
Rise on Easter morn
Rise on Easter morn for me
One day when I was lost
Well, they hung Him on a cross
He'll rise on Easter morn for me

He'll be coming back again
Coming back again
Coming back again for me
One day when I was lost
They hung Him on a cross
He'll be coming back again for me