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 where the dearest and best
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For a world of lost sinners were 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; its 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 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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Old Rugged Cross
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| Brad Paisley |
