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| There is a | green | hill | far a | way, |
| B7 | E | |
| Without the | city | wall, |
| A | E | B7 | E | |
| Where the dear | Lord | was | cruci | fied, |
| B7 | F# | B7 | |
| Who | died | to save us | all. |
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| B7 | E | |
| O | dearly, dearly, | has He loved, |
| C#m | B | F#m | B | |
| And | we must | love | Him, | too, |
| E | C | E | |
| And | trust in His re | deeming b | lood, |
| B7 | E | |
| 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 Heav'n, |
| 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. |
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