Calvary

1 There’s a hill lone and gray,
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 tear-drops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

2 Oh, so faint on the road,
'Neath a world’s heavy load,
Comes a thorn-crowned Man on the way!
With a cross He is bow’d,
But still on thro’ the crowd,
He’s ascending that hill lone and gray.
Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the tear-drops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

3 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 blest Lamb of dark Calvary!
Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the tear-drops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

4 How they mock Him in death
To His last lab’ring breath,
While His friends sadly weep o’er the way!
But tho’ lonely and faint
Still no word of complaint
Fell from Him on the hillock of gray.
Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the tear-drops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

5 Then the darkness came down,
And the rocks rent around,
And a cry pierc’d the sad-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 tear-drops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died,
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

6 Let 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, but is risen again.
Shout aloud, then, my soul,
Let the glad tidings roll
From the land to the ends of the sea!
Jesus conquer’d the grave,
And has risen to save
The whole world, and to make us all free.

Source: The New Wonderful Songs for Work and Worship #60

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