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.

There is no other good enough to pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate of heav'n, and let us in.

Aan 't kruis droeg Jezus onze schuld, Zijn dood bracht ons genâ; De prijs betaald, de wet vervuld voor mij, halleluja.

O dearly, dearly has He loved, and we must love Him too, and trust in His redeeming blood, and try His works to do.

O Godd'lijk Lam, uw liefde vraagt ons antwoord op Uw dood. Wij knielen daarom voor U neer, voor wat Uw liefd' ons bood.