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.
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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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O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
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Has a wondrous attraction for me;
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For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
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To bear it to dark Calvary.
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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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In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
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A wondrous beauty I see,
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For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
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To pardon and sanctify me.
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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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To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
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Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
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Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
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Where His glory forever I'll share.
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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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Old Rugged Cross
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| John Prine |
