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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.