There is a green hill far away
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There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. 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 heaven, 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. |
Stat urbis extra moenia collis gramineus, pro nobis ubi Christus est in cruce mortuus. Nescitur quantus is dolor ei contigerit; sed nostra pendulum vice fuisse constitit. Qui nobis emit veniam, essemus ut boni, caelorum regno per suum cruorem debiti. Peccati nostri pretium is unus praestitit solusque caeli ianuam nobis aperuit. Amavit ille maxime: amemus haud secus, fidentes eius sanguini secundantesque opus. |