C. F. Alexander

C.M.

THERE is a green hill far away,

Outside a city wall,

Where the dear Lord was crucified

Who died to save us all.

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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,

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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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O dearly, dearly has He loved,

And we must love Him too,

And trust in His redeeming blood,

And try His works to do.