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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. |