On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff'ring 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.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous atraction to me;
For the dear Lamb of God
left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary

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In the old rugged, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For 't was on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.

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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.

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George Bennard, 1873-1958