264		CM
	THERE is a green hill far away,    Outside a city wall, Where our 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	O, dearly, dearly has He loved!     And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming blood,     And try His works to do.
	Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-95