Theres 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 bowed down my heart And the teardrops will start, When in memory all the 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 the worlds heavy load, Comes a thorn-crowned man on the way; With a cross, he is bowed,But still on through the crowd, Hes ascending that hill lone and grey. 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 blessed Lamb of dark Calvary. Oh, it bowed down my heart And the teardrops will start, When in memory all the grey hill I see; For twas there on its side 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 oer the way. But though lonely and faint, Still no word of complaint Fell from Him on that hillock of grey. Then a darkness come down And the rocks went around, And a cry pierced the sad-laden air; Twas the voice of our King, Who received deaths dark sting, All to save us from endless despair. Let the sun hide its face, Let the earth reel space, Over man who their Savior have slain; But, behold, from the sod Comes the blessed Lamb of God, Who was slain, but is risen again. Oh, it bowed down my heart And the teardrops will start, When in memory all the grey hill I see; For twas there on its side Jesus suffered and died, To redeem a poor sinner like me. This is great. Terrific banjo solo, great vocal. Tom McDonald Will Duquette Katrina R Fernandez
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 23:35:12 +0000
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