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.

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Oh, it bows down my heart
And the tear­drops will start,
When in me­mo­ry that grey hill I see.
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suf­fered and died
To re­deem a poor sin­ner like me.

Behold! faint on the road,
’Neath a world’s hea­vy load,
Comes a thorn crown­èd Man on the way,
With a cross He is bowed,
But still on through the crowd
He’s as­cend­ing that hill lone and grey.

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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.

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How they mock Him in death,
To His last la­bor­ing 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.

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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.

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