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The Old Rugged Cross
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George Bernard
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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best
For a world 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;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true
It’s shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share
Chorus
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
And exchange it some day for a crown.
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