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Old Rugged Cross
The Old Rugged Cross
On a
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hill far away stood an
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old rugged cross,
The emb
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lem of suffering and
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shame;
And I love that old cross, where the
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dearest and best
For a
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world of lost sinners was
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slain.
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So I’ll c
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herish the
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old rugged
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cross
Till my
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trophies at last I lay
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down
I will cling to the old rugged
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cross
And ex
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change it some
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day for a
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crown.
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Oh, that old rugged cross, so
Des
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pised by the world, has a
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ondrous attraction for
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me;
For the dear lamb of God, left his
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Glory above to
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bear it to dark Calva
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ry.
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In that old rugged cross, stained with
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Blood so divine, a won
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drous beauty I
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see,
For ‘twas on that old cross, Jesus
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suffered
And died, to
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pardon and sanctify
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me.
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To that old rugged cross, I will
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ever be true;
Its sha
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me and reproach gladly
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bear; Then
He’ll call me some day to my
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home far away
Where his
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glory forever I’ll
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share.