THERE is a green hill far away, <br /> Without a city wall, <br />Where the dear Lord was crucified, <br /> Who died to save us all. <br /> <br />We may not know, we cannot tell <br /> What pains he had to bear, <br />But we believe it was for us <br /> He hung and suffer’d there. <br /> <br />He died that we might be forgiven, <br /> He died to make us good, <br />That we might go at last to heaven, <br /> Sav’d by his precious blood. <br /> <br />There was no other good enough <br /> To pay the price of sin; <br />He only could unlock the gate <br /> Of heaven, and let us in. <br /> <br />O dearly, dearly has he lov’d, <br /> And we must love him too, <br />And trust in his redeeming blood, <br /> And try his works to do.<br /><br />Cecil Frances Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-green-hill/
