On a hill far away
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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,
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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 some day for a crown.
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[Instrumental]
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To the old rugged cross
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I will ever be true,
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Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
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Then He'll call me some day
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To my home far away,
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Where His glory forever I'll share.
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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 some day for a crown...
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The Old Rugged Cross
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| George Jones |
