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.
O 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 that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A
wondrous 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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