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

2 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.

3 He died that we might be forgiv'n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav'n,
Saved by his precious blood.

4 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.

5 O dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.