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.