| I hear the Savior say
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| «Thy strength indeed is small
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| Child of weakness, watch and pray
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| Find in Me thine all in all»
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| Jesus paid it all
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| All to Him I owe
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| Sin had left a crimson stain
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| He washed it white as snow
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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 someday for a crown
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| And when before the throne
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| I stand in Him complete
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| «Jesus died my soul to save»
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| My lips shall still repeat
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| Jesus paid it all
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| All to Him I owe
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| Sin had left a crimson stain
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| He washed it white as snow
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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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| Sin had left a crimson stain
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| He washed it white as snow |