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
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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 someday for a crown
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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
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It's shame and reproach gladly bear
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Then He'll call me someday
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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 someday for a crown
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And exchange it someday for a crown
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The Old Rugged Cross
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Alabama |