1 There is a green hill far away,
Outside a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
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 forgiv'n;
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav'n,
Saved by his precious blood.
|First Line:||There is a green hill far away|
|Title:||There Is a Green Hill Far Away|
|Author:||Cecil F. Alexander, 1823-1895|
|Source:||Daman, Booke of Musicke, 1591|
|THERE IS A GREEN HILL FAR AWAY (Praise! Our Songs and Hymns 222)|
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|Jesus Alone||Windsor - No. 2 from Hymns for Harp and Organ|