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There is a green hill far away,
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| 1. | 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. |
| 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 from our sins be freed, |
| | Saved by His precious blood. |
| 4. | There was no other good enough |
| | To pay the price of sin, |
| | He only could divine life give |
| | And dwell Himself within. |