The Old Rugged Cross - Michael W. Smith

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 someday for a crown

O 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 on dark Calvary

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