1. tThere'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.
2. tBehold! 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.
3. tHark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low;
They are nailing my Lord to the tree,
And the cross they upraise while the multitude gaze
On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary.
4. tHow they mock Him in death, to His last labouring 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. tThen 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.
6. tLet the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace,
Over men who their Saviour have slain;
But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God,
Who was slain and is risen again.
Oh, it bows down the heart,
And the tear-drops 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.