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.
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.
In that 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 me some day
to my home far away, Where His glory forever
I'll share.
The Old Rugged
Cross George Bennard, 1913 © Public Domain
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