There is a green hill far away,
Outside 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.

Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-95)

On the cross, on the cross,
Where the King of glory died.
Here is grace, here is love,
Flowing from that wounded side.
Amazing mystery
That He should die for me
As a perfect sacrifice.
On the cross, on the cross,
Love incarnate on the cross.

At the cross, at the cross,
All my sin on Jesus laid.
Mine the debt, His the cost,
By His blood the price is paid.
And through His suffering
That fragrant offering
Arms of love are opened wide.
At the cross, at the cross,
There is healing at the cross.

To the cross, to the cross,
Spirit, lead me to the cross.
Bowed in awe at His feet,
Richest gain I count but loss.
Nothing compares with this
To share His righteousness,
And be called a child of God.
To the cross, to the cross
Spirit, lead me to the cross.

Geoff Baker
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