Up on the hill

Up on the hill
With a pure heart
Down on his knees
He poured his heart
To his father in prayer

Up on the hill
With a heart so pure
Love for you and me
On a tree he hung,
O what manner of love

Up on a hill
So that we might live
His life he gave
And paid for my sins
Now I live

Up on the hill
May I never forget
While I was yet a sinner
He died for me
By grace I am saved

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