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The
Old Rugged Cross
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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,
Till my Trophies
at last I lay
down;
I will cling to
the Old Rugged
Cross,
And exchange it
some day for a
Crown.
(
"Yes I will" )
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.
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.
Amen
( Words & Music:
George Bennard,
1913
)
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The Old Rugged Cross
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Was written in
Albion, Michigan.
Or
Pokagon, Michigan.
Or
Sturgeon Bay,
Wisconsin.
All three Towns
Claim to be
The Birthplace of this Hymn.
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( Final Arrangement
By Ray Pfob )
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