1 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.

2 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.
Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.