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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross |
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The emblem of suffering and shame |
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And I love that old cross |
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Where the dearest and best |
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For a world of lost sinners was slain |
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross |
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Till my trophies at last |
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I lay down |
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I will cling to the old rugged cross |
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And exchange it someday for a crown |
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To the old rugged cross |
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I will ever be true |
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It's shame and reproach gladly bear |
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Then He'll call me someday |
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To my home far away |
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Where His glory forever |
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I'll share |
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross |
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Till my trophies at last |
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I lay down |
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I will cling to the old rugged cross |
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And exchange it someday for a crown |
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And exchange it someday for a crown |
