On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross
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The emblem of suff'ring 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 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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Oh, that old rugged Cross so despised by the world
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Has a wondrous attraction for me
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For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
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To bear it to dark Calvary
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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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In the old rugged Cross, stain'd with blood so divine
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A wondrous beauty I see
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For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
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To pardon and sanctify me
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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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To the old rugged Cross, 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 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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Brad Paisley |