George Bennard - The Old Rugged Cross

      The Old Rugged Cross
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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
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The emblem of suffering and shame;
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And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best
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For a world of lost sinners was slain.

Chorus
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So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross
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Till my trophies at last I lay down
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I will cling to the old rugged cross
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And exchange it some day for a crown.

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Oh, that old rugged cross, so
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Despised by the world, has a 
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Wondrous attraction for me;
         
For the dear lamb of God, left his 
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Glory above to bear it to dark Calvary.


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In that old rugged cross, stained with
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Blood so divine,  a wondrous beauty I see,
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For ‘twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered
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And died, to pardon and sanctify me.

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To that old rugged cross, I will ever be true;
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Its shame and reproach gladly bear;  Then 
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He’ll call me some day to my home far away
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Where his glory forever I’ll share.