There is a green hill far away,
Outside a city wall,
Where Jesus Christ was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains you had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
You hung and suffered there.
You died that we might be forgiv’n,
You died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav’n,
Saved by your precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
You only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly you have loved,
And we must love you, too,
And trust in your redeeming blood,
And try your works to do.
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1847; alt.
Tune: HORSLEY (C.M.)
William Horsley, 1844