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Verse 1
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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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 sin on dark Calvary.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 4
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.
Chorus
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.
áąáá¸ááŊáąááŦáąááŦáášáá¯áášá¸áąáá áá°ááŦá¸áąááŦááá¯áášáąááŦášááēá´á¸
The old Rugged Cross
áąá ááá¸á
áá ááąá¸áážááąáŦ ááąáŦááēáá¯ááēá¸ááąáĢáēá áá°ááŦá¸ááąáŦ ááá¯ááēááąáŦáēáááēá
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áá ááá¯ááēááąáŦáēááᯠááģáŊááēá¯ááēáááē á ááēáá ášá áŦáážáááĢáááēá áá˛áˇáá˛áˇááŧááēḠááŧá áēáááēááŧááēḠááļááá¯áááēá
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ááá¯ááēááąáŦáēáážááˇáēáĄáá° áá¯ááēá¸ááąáŦáēáááēá áŦá¸á
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Verse 1
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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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 sin on dark Calvary.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 4
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.
Chorus
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.
áąáá¸ááŊáąááŦáąááŦáášáá¯áášá¸áąáá áá°ááŦá¸áąááŦááá¯áášáąááŦášááēá´á¸
The old Rugged Cross
áąá ááá¸á
áá ááąá¸áážááąáŦ ááąáŦááēáá¯ááēá¸ááąáĢáēá áá°ááŦá¸ááąáŦ ááá¯ááēááąáŦáēáááēá
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.....Old rugged cross.âī¸đâŖī¸âī¸đ..hymn... traditional flute áĄááļááá¯ááŧáá¯ááēááá¯áˇ flute áááˇáēááŧáŽá¸ ááá¯ááˇáēááŦááᯠtenor ááá¯ááēááá¯ááēáááē.... English áá˛áˇ ááŧááēááŦ lyric ááąáŦááá¯ááá¯ááēáááē...áááēááá¯ááēááļáá
áŦá¸á
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Download song https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fjfqrZcdRgAA76_8LLsP1hrfk4kqX5FX/view?usp=drivesdk
Verse 1
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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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 sin on dark Calvary.
Chorus
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.
Verse 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.
Chorus
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.
Verse 4
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.
Chorus
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.
áąáá¸ááŊáąááŦáąááŦáášáá¯áášá¸áąáá áá°ááŦá¸áąááŦááá¯áášáąááŦášááēá´á¸
The old Rugged Cross
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áá ááąá¸áážááąáŦ ááąáŦááēáá¯ááēá¸ááąáĢáēá áá°ááŦá¸ááąáŦ ááá¯ááēááąáŦáēáááēá
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