On a hillside so lonely knelt Jesus one day
So wounded and weary He went there to pray
My friends there forsaken so lonely He feels
To heaven He's crying in helpless up here
But the golden day has broken in old Gethsemane
The mourners all come singing the songs of victory
There's a new highway to glory the road that Jesus trod
With a halo we're traveling the pathway to God
On the hillside the garden such suffering I see
In humble submission He'll beckon His plea
His blood streams are bursting comes sinner be true
His cheeks are stained crimson for me and for you
But the golden day has broken in old Gethsemane
The mourners all come singing the songs of victory
There's a new highway to glory the road that Jesus trod
With a halo we're traveling the pathway to God