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
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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
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in
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