There is a green hill far away,
Beyond a city wall,
Where our dear Lord was crucified,
Who died for sinners 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 to Him in heaven
Saved by His precious blood.
Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved
Well may we love Him too;
First trust in His redeeming blood,
Then seek His will to do.
ML-05/07/1978