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 works 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 heav’n,
Sav’d by His precious blood.
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.
Cecil F. Alexander/Geo.C. Stebbins