71. There is a green hill far away
There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
2 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.
3 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.
4 There was no other good enough, To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate, Of heaven, and let us in.
5 Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved! And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do.