Latinised Hymns

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.

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good;
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved 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 loved,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.

C.F. Alexander

Stat urbis extra moenia
collis gramineus,
pro nobis ubi Christus est
in cruce mortuus.

Nescitur quantus is dolor
ei contigerit;
sed nostra pendulum vice
fuisse constitit.

Qui nobis emit veniam,
essemus ut boni,
caelorum regno per suum
cruorem debiti.

Peccati nostri pretium
is unus praestitit
solusque caeli ianuam
nobis aperuit.

Amavit ille maxime:
amemus haud secus,
fidentes eius sanguini
secundantesque opus.