The Old Rugged Cross

The  Old  Rugged  Cross  -  Anne  Murray

  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

    Oh,  that  old  rugged  cross  so  dispised  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

    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

    I  will  cling  to  the  old  rugged  cross

    And  exchange  it  some  day  for  a  crown