'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation. Without hope walked the shell of a man;. Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward,. Just one touch then a new life began..
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross. The emblem of suffering and shame. And how I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinner was slain.
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..
The Old Rugged Cross. 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,.