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| Old Rugged Cross |
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| On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross |
| The emblem of suffering and shame |
| And I love that old cross where the dearest and best |
| For a world of lost sinners was slain |
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| So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross |
| Till my trophies at last I lay down |
| I will cling to the old rugged cross |
| And exchange it some day for a crown |
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| Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the world |
| Has a wondrous attraction for me |
| For the dear Lamb of God, left His glory above |
| To bear it to dark Calvary. |
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| In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine |
| A won-drous beauty I see |
| For ‘twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered and died |
| To pardon and sanctify me. |
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| To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true |
| Its shame and reproach gladly bear |
| Then He’ll call me some day, to my home far away |
| Where His glory forever I’ll share |
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