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There is a Green Hill Far Away Misc. Gospel
[E]There is a [A]green [E]hill [B7]far a[E]way,
Without the [B7]city [E]wall,
Where the dear [A]Lord [E]was [B7]cruci[E]fied,
Who [B7]died [F#]to save us [B7]all.
O [B7]dearly, dearly, [E]has He loved,
And[C#m] we must [B]love [F#m]Him, [B]too,
And [E]trust in His re[C]deeming b[E]lood,
And [B7]try His works to [E]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.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to Heavn,
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.
O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him, too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.