IND:

1. Menjulang nyata atas bukit kala
   t'rang benderang salibMu, Tuhanku.
   Dari sinarnya yang menyala-nyala
   memancar kasih agung dan restu.
	 
   Seluruh umat insan menengadah
   ke arah cahya kasih yang mesra.
   Bagai pelaut yang karam merindukan
   di ufuk timur fajar merekah.
	 
2. SalibMu, Kristus, tanda pengasihan,
   mengangkat hati yang remuk redam,
   membuat dosa yang tak terperikan
   di lubuk cinta Tuhan terbenam.
	 
   Di dalam Tuhan kami balik lahir,
   insan bernoda kini berseri,
   Terkuras darah suci yang mengalir
   di salib pada bukit Kalvari.
	 
ENG:
	 
1. Above the hills of time the cross is gleaming,
   Fair as the sun when night has turned to day;
   And from it loves 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, mens hearts are yearning,
   As ship-wrecked seamen yearn for morning light.

2. 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.

KALVARI  |  (ABOVE THE HILLS OF TIME)  |  MENJULANG NYATA ATAS BUKIT KALA  |  Traditional Irish MelodyWords: Thomas Tiplady 1882-1967; Lirik Ind: E.L Pohan  |  1=D, 4/4