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 There is a green hill far away,
 Without a city wall,
  Where the dear Lord was crucified
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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. 
 Near, so very near to God,
 Nearer I cannot be;
  For in the person of his Son
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 Near, so very near to God,
 Nearer I cannot be;
  For in the person of his Son
   I am as near as he.
    So dear, so very dear to God,
     More dear I cannot be;
      The love wherewith he loves the Son -
       Such is his love to me. 
 And so the Word had breath, and wrought
 With human hands the creed of creeds
  In loveliness read more 
 And so the Word had breath, and wrought
 With human hands the creed of creeds
  In loveliness of perfect deeds,
   More strong than all poetic thoughts;
    Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
     Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
      And those wild eyes that watch the waves
       In roarings round the coral reef. 
 Lovely was the death
 Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
  He on the thought-benighted read more 
 Lovely was the death
 Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
  He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
   Manifest Godhead. 
 Who did leave His Father's throne,
 To assume thy flesh and bone?
  Had He life, or had read more 
 Who did leave His Father's throne,
 To assume thy flesh and bone?
  Had He life, or had He none?
   If he had not liv'd for thee,
    Thou hadst died most wretchedly
     And two deaths had been thy fee. 
 A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he.
 He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed,
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 A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he.
 He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed,
  As if Theocritus in Sicily
   Had come upon the Figure crucified,
    And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest. 
 Into the woods, my Master went,
 Clean forspent, forspent,
  Into the woods my Master came,
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 Into the woods, my Master went,
 Clean forspent, forspent,
  Into the woods my Master came,
   Forspent with love and shame.
    But the olives they were not blind to Him,
     The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
      The thorn-tree had a mind to Him,
       When into the woods He came. 
 In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to 
see the difference between things; and read more 
 In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to 
see the difference between things; and it is Christ that gives us 
light. 
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.