There Is a Green Hill Far Away
- 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 suffered there.
- He died that we might be forgiv'n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav'n,
Save by His precious blood.
- There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heav'n and let us in.
Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him, too;
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.