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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 'Til my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown 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 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 Ooh, yeah Yes, 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 I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown Ooh, ooh From Letras Mania