The Old Rugged Cross (Wreckage)
On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff'ring 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
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
In the old rugged cross
Stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For 'twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me
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 some day for a crown
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
It's 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
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
Stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff'ring 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
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
In the old rugged cross
Stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For 'twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me
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 some day for a crown
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
It's 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
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
And the power of, the cross is in His blood
We are born again, in the wreckage of His love
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Writer(s): Kurtis Jared Parks
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