There is a green hill far away,
Beyond a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died for sinners all.
I may not know, I cannot tell
What pains He had to bear;
But I believe it was for me
He hung and suffered there.
He died that I might be forgiven,
He died to do me good:
That I might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.