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On a hill lone and gray |
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In a land far away |
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In a country beyond the blue sea |
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Where beneath that far sky |
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Went a man for to die |
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For the world and for you and for me |
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Oh, it bows down my heart |
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And the tear drops do start |
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When in memory that gray hill I see |
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(Hill I see) |
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It was there on its side |
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Jesus suffered, yes, he died |
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To redeem a poor sinner like me |
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Hark, I hear the dull blow |
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Of the hammer swung low |
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They are nailing my lord to the tree |
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With the cross he upraised |
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While the multitude gazed |
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He ascended that hill lone and gray |
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Oh, it bows down my heart |
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And the tear drops do start |
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When in memory that gray hill I see |
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(Hill I see) |
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It was there on its side |
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Jesus suffered, yes, he died |
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To redeem a poor sinner like me |
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Shout aloud then my soul |
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Let the glad tidings roll |
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From the land to the end of the sea |
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(Of the sea) |
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Where beneath that far sky |
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When a man hoped to die |
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For the world and for you and for me |
