Dearly, Dearly Has He Loved...

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 suffered there.

There was no other good enough

To pay the price for sin;

He, only, could unlock the gate

Of Heaven and let us in.

Oh dearly, dearly has He loved

And we must love Him, too

And trust in His redeeming love,

And try His works to do.

Cecil Frances Alexander

He is Risen by Del Parson