I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death.@Hosea 13:14

Beverly F. Carradine, in Songs of Calvary and Pentecost, edited by W. C. Dunlap & J. R. Bryant (Atlanta, Georgia: R. M. McIntosh Company, 1896).

John R. Bryant (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Beverly F. Carradine (1848-1931)

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 memory 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 laboring 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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