Mournful Things

Mournful Things - Preson Phillips

Oh this is the midnight hour of victory

Come and see

A mournful garden where a sinless man is grieved

And there a King

Among the peasants and the carpenters and theives

His glory seen

Not in crowns but gentle words and healing deeds

Sing Sing Sing

Sing the song of the redeemed

And bring bring bring

Heavy hearts and broken hands before our King Oh

Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me

And we shall see a sight that sets us free

See in chains

Shown the way departs Gethsemane

A friend will lead to such an evil place

He can't forgive his deeds

Arraigned in peace

Not a word of ill this judgement hall shall see

Hope released

In silent fear and trembling learning of his fate

Sing Sing Sing

A joyous song of mournful things

For here our King

Made a villain and a lie hung from a tree

Oh calvary's mournful mountain climb with me

And we shall see a sight that sets us free

To see you as a man

Loving eyes and calloused hands

Your words have opened eyes

Brought riches from insolvent lives

Dealt a traitors fate wit

Roman nails and to hold your weight

And suffering as you die

Still pleading for afflicter's lives

Morning falls take the path to where our savior laid

One last look to view the fate of all

Who'd follow in his wake

There we see what only prophets can describe

An empty cave

A man in white proclaiming Jesus is alive

Sing Sing Sing

This is the story of a King

And speak these things

Let resound proclaiming death has lost its sting

Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me

And we shall see an empty tree

Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me

We shall see a sight that sets us free