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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. So I'll cherish the old rugged cross ... Til my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross ... And exchange it some day for a crown. In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so devine, A wonderous beauty I see: For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died To pardon and sanctify me. So I'll cherish the old rugged cross ... Til my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross ... And exchange it some day for a crown. |
| The Old Rugged Cross words and music by Rev. George Bennard |
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| Art by Rev.Donna |
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