There is a green hill far ways, 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 redemming blood And try His work to do.