Words: R. Car­ra­dine.

Music: John B. Bry­ant.

If you know when this song was writ­ten, R. Car­ra­dine’s full name, or where to get a pic­ture of him or John Bry­ant


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 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.

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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 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.

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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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