On a hill lone and grey
In a land far away,
In a country beyond the blue sea;
Where beneath that fair sky,
Went a man forth to die,
For the world and for you and for me
Oh, it bowed down my heart
And the teardrops will start,
When the memory of that grey hill I see;
For 'twas there on its side Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.
Hark! I hear the dull blow
Of a hammer swung low
They are nailing my Lord to the tree.
With the cross he is raised,
While the multitudes they gaze,
At the blessed lamb and dark Calvary
Oh, it bowed down my heart
And the teardrops will start,
When the memory of that grey hill I see;
For 'twas there on its side Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.
Then a darkness come down
And the rocks went around,
And a cry pierced the sad-laden air;
Yes, the voice of our king,
Who received d**h's dark sting,
All to save us from endless despair.
Let the sun hide its face,
Let the earth reel in space,
Over man who their Savior have slain;
But, behold, from the sod
Comes the blessed Lamb of God,
Who had died, but is risen again.