Text: Cecil Frances Alexander; Music: John H. Gower
- 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.
- 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.
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