There is a green hill far away 

There is a green hill far away,

Without a city wall,

Where the dear Lord was crucified,

Who died to save us all.

Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,

And we must love Him, too,

And trust in His redeeming blood,

And try His woks to do.

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

There was no other good enough,

To pay the price of sin,

He only could unlock the gate

Of Heaven and let us in.