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The Old Rugged CrossOn a hill far away stood an old rugged crossThe emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a word of lost sinners were slain. I will 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... |