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