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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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Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world |
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Is a wonderous attraction for me |
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For the dear lamb of God left this glory above |
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To bare it to dark calvary. |
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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... |
