There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all.

By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; But no man built that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod And laid the dead man there.

All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful,/ The Lord God made them all.

The rich man in his castle, / The poor man at his gate, / God made them, high or lowly, / And ordered their estate.

Once in royal David's city / Stood a lowly cattle shed, / Where a Mother laid her Baby / In a manger for His bed: / Mary was that Mother mild, / Jesus Christ her little Child.

The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, and ordered their estate.