On a hill far away
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The old rugged cross
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Stood an old rugged cross
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The emblem of sufferin' and shame
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And I love that old cross
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Where the dearest and best
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For world of sinner was slain
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In the old rugged cross
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Stained with blood so divine
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A wondrous beauty I see
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It was on that old rugged cross
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Jesus suffered and died
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To pardon and sanctify me
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So I 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 someday for a crown.
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The old rugged cross
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| anne murray |
