Lyrics:

from the back of the crowd he was straining to see
the arc of a body in agony
that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise
but somehow this passion had stolen their voice

oh, he longed to believe in this magical man
heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land
the alchemy of a lonely soul
pours love into sadness and turns it to gold

now the wood and the nails
have captured those magical hands
yet deep in His eyes
burned a vision he could not understand
in the back of the noon he felt a chill
for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will
drawing him closer, closer still
climb the hill

now the movers shake and the shakers move
crushing the innocent under their shoes
their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land
and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands

cry out all you people
cry out for liberty
come young and old
let us fall down on bended knee

let the dew of heaven wash over us all
let His love and His passion cover us all
drawing us closer, closer still
climb the hill

iron curtains are torn in two
the living dead can break out of their tombs
hope will arise from the ashes of doom
climb
climb
climb the hill

© 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP