There is a green hill far away, / Without a city wall, / Where the dear Lord was crucified,/ Who died to save us all.

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All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful,/ The Lord God made them all.

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The rich man in his castle, / The poor man at his gate, / God made them, high or lowly, / And ordered their estate.

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Once in royal David's city / Stood a lowly cattle shed, / Where a Mother laid her Baby / In a manger for His bed: / Mary was that Mother mild, / Jesus Christ her little Child.

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