THERE is a green hill far away,
   Outside a city wall,
Where our 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 forgiven,
    He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to Heaven,
    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 Heaven, 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.
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-95