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
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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