Anne Murray The Old Rugged Cross
On a hill far away,
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame.
And I loved that old cross,
With the dearest and best,
for a world of lost sinners were slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross.
Til my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown.
Oh that old rugged cross,
So despised by the world,
Has a wonderous attraction for me.
For the dear lamb of God,
Left his glory above,
to bare it to dark Calvary.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross.
Til my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross.
And exchange it someday for a crown.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross.
Til my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross.
And exchange it someday for a crown.
I will cling to the old rugged cross.
And exchange it someday for a crown.
