(Early April 1818 – 12 October 1895 / Dublin)

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There Is A Green Hill

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 suffer’d there.

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Sav’d 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 lov’d,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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  • Ali Khan (4/10/2010 5:04:00 AM)

    i like this poem.........................................................................can relate to it

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  • john tiong chunghoo (1/23/2007 12:30:00 PM)

    i love this poem. can relate to it..

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