Menjulang nyata atas bukit kala t'rang benderang salibMu, Tuhanku.
Dari sinarnya yang menyala-nyala memancarkan kasih agung dan restu.
Seluruh umat insan menengadah ke arah cah'ya kasih yang mesra.
Bagai pelaut yang karam merindukan di ufuk timur pagi merekah.

SalibMu, Kristus, tanda pengasihan mengangkat hati yang remuk redam,
membuat dosa yang terperikan di lubuk cinta Tuhan terbenam.
Di dalam Tuhan kami balik lahir, insan bernoda kini berseri,
teruras darah suci yang mengalir di salib pada bukit Kalvari.

Above the hills of time the cross is gleaming,
Fair as the sun when night has turned to day;
And from it love's pure light is richly streaming,
To cleanse the heart and banish sin away.
To this dear cross the eyes of men are turning,
Today as in the ages lost to sight;
And for Thee, O Christ, men's hearts are yearning,
As shipwrecked seamen yearn for morning light.

The cross, O Christ, Thy wondrous love revealing,
Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn,
And pardon o'er our sinful spirits stealing,
Tells us that we, in Thee, have been reborn.
Like echoes to sweet temple bells replying
Our hearts, O Lord, make answer to Thy love;
And we will love Thee with a love undying,
Till we are gathered to Thy home above.