On a hillside so lonely, knelt Jesus one day,
Soul wounded and weary, He went there to pray
By friends there forsaken, so lonely He feels
To Heaven He;s crying in helpless appeal.
But a golden has broken, in old Gethsemane
The mornings all come singing, the songs of victory
There's a new highway to glory, the road that Jesus trod
With a ha-lo we're travling the pathway to God
On the hillside and garden, such surff'ring I see
In humble submission, He's making His plea
His bloodstains are bursting, come sinner, be true
His cheeks are stained with crimson for me and for you.
Oh the shadows are creeping, the Savior in pain
The dark skies are weeping, with dewdrops as rain
The Angels bear witness to Jesus devine Surrender completely, oh Savior of mine.
But a new day is breaking, the victory is won
The flowers rejoicing, a new day is born
The Angels exclaiming, sweet music they chime
For crowning of Jesus, your Savior and mine. |
