Father of Heaven, whose love profoundA ransom for our souls hath found,Before Thy throne we sinners bend;To us Thy pardoning love extend.
Almighty Son, Incarnate Word,Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,Before Thy throne we sinners bend;To us Thy saving grace extend.
Eternal Spirit, by Whose breathThe soul is raised from sin and death,Before Thy throne we sinners bend;To us Thy quickening power extend.
Jehovah—Father, Spirit, Son—Mysterious Godhead, Three in One,Before Thy throne we sinners bend;Grace, pardon, life to us extend.
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 dieFor the world and for you and for me.
Oh, it bows down my heartAnd the teardrops will start,When in mem’ry that grey hill I see.For ’twas there on its side, Jesus suffered and diedTo 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 crowdHe’s 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 upraised while the multitude gazeOn the blest Lamb of dark Calvary.
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 complaintFell from Him on the hill lone and grey.
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.
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.