^COn a hillside so lonely knelt ^FJesus one ^Cday So wounded and weary He ^D7went there to ^G7pray

^CMy friends there forsaken so ^Flonely He ^Cfeels To heaven He's crying in ^G7helpless up ^Chere

But the golden day has broken in ^Fold Gethsema^Cne The mourners all come singing the ^D7songs of victo^G7ry

^CThere's a new highway to glory the ^Froad that Jesus ^Ctrod With a halo we're traveling ^G7the pathway to ^CGod

On the hillside the garden such ^Fsuffering I ^Csee In humble submission ^D7He'll beckon His ^G7plea

^CHis blood streams are bursting comes ^Fsinner be ^Ctrue His cheeks are stained crimson ^G7for me and for ^Cyou

But the golden day has broken in ^Fold Gethsema^Cne The mourners all come singing the ^D7songs of victo^G7ry

^CThere's a new highway to glory the ^Froad that Jesus ^Ctrod With a halo we're traveling ^G7the pathway to ^CGod