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.