This Friday my wife Jan (Rev. Jan Croucher!) will conduct the funeral of the

grand niece of Cecil Frances Alexander (Doreen Ashley), who wrote this

famous hymn. 16 February 2005.

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.

Cecil Frances Alexander