On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross 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 word of lost sinners was slain
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last I lay down
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I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown
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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true it's shame and reproach gladly bear
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Then he'll call me some day to my home far away where his glory forever I'll share
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So I'll cherish...
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And exchange it some day for a crown
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The Old Rugged Cross
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| Johnny Cash |
