159. There is a green hill far away
C.M.
Horsley:
William Horsley, 1844
Meditation:
John M. Gower, 1890
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848
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. | He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood. | There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of 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 his works to do. | |