THERE IS A GREEN HILL FAR AWAY

• 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. 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.

• 4. Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved!
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.

Text: Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818–1895