Friends, let us surrender our life on this Good Friday - you
may not get other chance…
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 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 the bear it to dark Calvary.
So I’ll cherish the old
rugged cross, till my
Trophies last I lay
down; I will cling to the old rugged
Cross, and exchange it
someday for a crown.
In the old rugged
cross, stained with blood so divine, a
Wondrous beauty I see, for it was on that old cross Jesus
Suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me.
So I’ll cherish the old
rugged cross, till my
Trophies last I lay
down; I will cling to the old rugged
Cross, and exchange it
someday for a crown.
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.
So I’ll cherish the old
rugged cross, till my
Trophies last I lay
down; I will cling to the old rugged
Cross, and exchange it
someday for a crown.
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