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...LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. HYMN TO HORUS by MATHILDE BLIND |