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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 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 I lay down |
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I will cling to the old rugged cross |
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And exchange it some day for a crown |
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To the old rugged cross 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 to my home far away |
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where his glory forever I'll share |
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross |
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Till my trophies at last I lay down |
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I will cling to the old rugged cross |
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And exchange it some day for a crown |
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In the old rugged cross stained with blood so devine |
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a wonderous beauty I see |
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for t'was on that old cross |
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Jesus suffered and died |
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to pardon and sanctify me |
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross |
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Till my trophies at last I lay down |
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I will cling to the old rugged cross |
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And exchange it some day for a crown.... |
