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 usHe hung and suffered there.
There was no other good enoughTo pay the price of sin;He only could unlock the gateOf heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly has He loved,And we must love Him, too,And trust in His redeeming blood,And try good works to do.