The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'til my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown.

Oh that old rugged cross so despised by the world, has a wondrous attraction for me. For the dear lamb of God left his Glory above to bear it to dark Calvary.

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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, its shame and reproach gladly bear. Then he'll call me someday to my home far away where His glory forever I'll share.

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