1 There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified
Who died to save us all.
2 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.
3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to Heaven,
Saved by his precious blood.
4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of Heaven, and let us in.
5 O dearly, dearly, has he loved
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.
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First Line: | There is a green hill far away |
Author: | Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-95) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Atoning work |