On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross
an 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 someday for a crown.
Thank you, Jesus.
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