Hymn/Song Information

There's a hill lone and grey in a land

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.