THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and sufferd there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Savd by his precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
O dearly, dearly has he lovd,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.
There Is A Green Hill
written byCecil Frances Alexander
© Cecil Frances Alexander