Old Rugged Cross |
Anne Murray |
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On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross |
The emblem of suffring 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 |
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Oh, that old rugged Cross so despised by the world |
Has a wondrous attraction for me |
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above |
To bear it to dark Calvary |
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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 |
Solo |
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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 |
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I will cling to the old rugged Cross |
And exchange it some day for a crown |