THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where our 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
O, dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood
And try His works to do.