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1. On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suff'ring and shame;
and I loved that old cross
where the dearest
and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
'till
my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown.
2. 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.
3. In the old rugged cross,
stained with blood so divine,
a wondrous beauty
I see.
For 'twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
to pardon and sanctify me.
4. To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear.
Then he'll call me some day
to my home far away
there his glory for ever I'll share.
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