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
And 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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