Lo and Behold - Cold Blood

Lonely by day, empty and cold;

Only to say lo and behold

Deep in the night, down in my dreams;

Most glorious sight this soul has seen.

There’s a well on the hill;

you just can’t kill for Jesus;

A well on the hill — let it be

Don’t build no heathen temple where the Lord’s done laid his hand;

A well on the hill — let it be

Everyone’s talking 'bout the Gospel story

Some shall sink and some shall rise…

Everyone’s talking 'bout the train to glory

But it’s a long, long time till it gets to ya…

Well on the hill… just can’t kill for Jesus…

Well on the hill — let it be

No, don’t build no heathen temples

Where the Lord has done

Laid his hand

Well on the hill — let it be

Come on, and let it be

Oh, let it be, um yeah, ooh…