You may think all is loss,
But look up at the cross,
At the man who paid it all,
From the times of Adam's fall.

He was all, He gave it all,
He looked on your somber face,
He looked on and saw you pace,
Smiled he did whenyou call.

He stood at His heavenly door,
Looked on out over verdent hill,
Still He smiled from on high,
From His post in the sky.

Over verdent valley wide,
He stood there on our side,
Calm the waves and the breeze,
Hear the birds within the trees.

For a moment in their dance,
Their aria hush over hill,
Their they dance in the wind,
Of pure delight and frolic spin.