| On a hill lone and gray
|
| In a land far away
|
| In a country beyond the blue sea
|
| Where beneath that far sky
|
| Went a man for to die
|
| For the world and for you and for me Oh, it bows down my heart
|
| And the tear drops do start
|
| When in memory that gray hill I see
|
| (Hill I see)
|
| It was there on its side
|
| Jesus suffered, yes, he died
|
| To redeem a poor sinner like me Hark, I hear the dull blow
|
| Of the hammer swung low
|
| They are nailing my lord to the tree
|
| With the cross he upraised
|
| While the multitude gazed
|
| He ascended that hill lone and gray
|
| Oh, it bows down my heart
|
| And the tear drops do start
|
| When in memory that gray hill I see
|
| (Hill I see)
|
| It was there on its side
|
| Jesus suffered, yes, he died
|
| To redeem a poor sinner like me Shout aloud then my soul
|
| Let the glad tidings roll
|
| From the land to the end of the sea
|
| (Of the sea)
|
| Where beneath that far sky
|
| When a man hoped to die
|
| For the world and for you and for me |