>>18352428There's a hill, lone and gray, in the land far away
In the country beyond the blue sea
Where beneath that fresh sky, went the man, forth to die
For the world, and for you and for me
Oh, it's bow down, my heart, and the teardrops will start
When in memory of the gray hill, I see
For it was there on that site, Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me
Behold, faint on the road, 'neath the 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 gray
Hark, I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low
They are nailing my Lord to the tree
And the cross, they up-raise, while the multitude gaze
On the best Lamb of dark Calvary
Oh, it's bow down, my heart, and the teardrops will start
When in memory of the gray hill, I see
For it was there on that site, Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me
How they mocked him in death, to his last laboring breath
While his friends sadly wept over the way
But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint
Fell from him on the hill of Calv'ry
Then the darkness came down, and the rocks went around
And a cry pierced the sad, leaden air
'Twas the voice of our King, who received death's dark sting
All to save us from endless despair
Let the sun hide His face, let the earth reel a space
Over men who their Saviour have slain
But behold, from the sod, comes a blessed Lamb of God
Who was slain, but has risen again
Oh, it's bow down, my heart, and the teardrops will start
When in memory of the gray hill, I see
For it was there on that site, Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me
