There is a green hill far away,
Outside
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 forgiven,
He
died to make us good,
That
we might go at last to heaven,
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
heaven 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.