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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 some day for a crown
Oh the old rugged cross so despised by the world
As a wondrous attraction for me
Oh the dear lamb of God
Left His glory above
To fairest to dark Calvary
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 some day for a crown
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