C. F. Alexander
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.