UP Thy Hill of Sorrows Thou all alone, Jesus, man's Redeemer, Climbing to a Throne: Thro' the world triumphant, Thro' the Church in pain, Which think to look upon Thee No more again. Upon my hill of sorrows I, Lord, with Thee, Cheered, upheld, yea carried If a need should be: Cheered, upheld, yea carried, Never left alone, Carried in Thy heart of hearts To a throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LIVING, FROM LIFE IS A DREAM by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BEAUTIFUL WORLD! by JOHN STUART BLACKIE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |