Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Cecil Frances Alexander 182–

There Is a Green Hill

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 suffer’d there.

He died that we might be forgiven,

He died to make us good,

That we might go at last to heaven,

Sav’d 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 lov’d,

And we must love him too,

And trust in his redeeming blood,

And try his works to do.