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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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O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world |
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Has a wondrous attraction for me |
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For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above |
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To bear 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 |
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And exchange it some day for a crown |