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Till my trophies at last I lay down;
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I will cling to the old rugged cross,
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And exchange it some day for a crown.
Verse 2
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Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
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Has a wondrous attraction for me;
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For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
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To bear it to dark Calvary.
Verse 3
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In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
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A wondrous beauty I see;
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For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
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To pardon and sanctify me.