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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, 
     E          E7           A 
The emblem of suff'ring and shame; 
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And I love that old cross where the dearest and best 
       E             E7          A 
For a world of lost sinners was slain. 
 
              E          E7          A 
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross. 
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     Till my trophies at last I lay down; 
             A                       D 
     I will cling to the old rugged cross, 
           A               E         A 
     And exchange it some day for a crown. 
 
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 cavalry. 
 
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, 
A wondrous beauty I see. 
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died 
To pardon and sanctify me. 
 
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true, 
Its shame and reproach gladly bear, 
Then He'll call on some day to my home far away, 
Where His glory forever I'll share.