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 died our sins to bear;
We trust in His redeeming blood,
And life eternal share.
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 from our sins be freed,
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could divine life give
And dwell Himself within.
(Written by Cecil Alexander, 1878)