1. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
  The emblem of suff'ring 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
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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.