| The Old Rugged Cross |
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| 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 |
| Till my trophies at last I lay down |
| I will cling to the old rugged cross |
| And exchange it someday for a crown |
| O 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 on dark Calvary |
| Repeat #2 |
