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 appearance. But a golden day has broken, In the whole Gethsemane. The morning's 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 and garden, Such suffering I see. In humble submission, He's making His plea. His bloodstreams are bursting, Come sinner be true. His cheeks are stained crimson, For me and for you. But a golden day has broken, In the whole Gethsemane. The morning's 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.