There’s a Hill Lone and Grey (EN 2635)

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There’s 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 bows down my heart

And the teardrops will start,

When in mem’ry that grey hill I see.

For ’twas there on its side, Jesus suffered and died

To redeem a poor sinner like me.

2

Behold! faint on the road, ’neath a world’s heavy load,

Comes a thorn crowned Man on the way,

With a cross He is bowed, but still on through the crowd

He’s ascending that hill lone and grey.

3

Hark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low;

They are nailing my Lord to the tree,

And the cross they upraised while the multitude gaze

On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary.

4

How they mock Him in death, to His last lab’ring breath,

While His friends sadly weep o’er the way;

But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint

Fell from Him on the hill lone and grey.

5

Then the darkness came down and the rocks rent around,

And a cry pierced the grief laden air;

’Twas the voice of our King Who received death’s dark sting,

All to save us from endless despair.

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Let the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace,

Over men who their Savior have slain;

But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God,

Who was slain and is risen again.