Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
And died our sins to bear;
We trust in His redeeming blood,
And life eternal share.
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died to make us good,
That we might from our sins be freed,
Saved by His precious blood.
To pay the price of sin,
He only could divine life give
And dwell Himself within.