On a hill far away stood an old rugged crossThe emblem of suffering and shameAnd I love that old cross where the dearest and bestFor a world of lost sinners was slain
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay downI will cling to the old rugged crossAnd exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be trueIt's shame and reproach gladly bearThen he'll call me some day to my home far awayWhere his glory forever I'll share
And I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay downAnd I will cling to the old rugged crossAnd exchange it some day for a crown
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