The Old Rugged Cross G

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

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Oh, that old rugged Cross
so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God,
left His Glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary

In the old rugged Cross,
stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For the dear Lamb of God,
left His Glory above
To pardon and sanctify me

To the old rugged Cross,
I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day
to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share