Sunday, January 30, 2011

There Is a Green Hill Far Away

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 of sin.
He only could unlock the gate
Of heav’n and let us in.

Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved!
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his work to do.

This has become one of my favorite hymns and every time we sing it before partaking of the sacrament I look at the wall behind the pulpit and I picture this…


I remember a time when that green hill was "near at hand" and I walked those streets that are now within a city wall.  I think of how close I felt to those events that happened two thousand years ago. I remember the place and I remember the spirit and I know. I know He lived and died for me.

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