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 For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross Till my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown. Photo By: Debra and Dave Vanderlaan

Is Lent a time for looking downcast, for refusing certain foods, for getting out the sackcloth and ashes? No, writes Hong, it is a journey of repentance that ends at the foot of the cross.

Photo about Old cross, carved in stone. Image of faith, stone, christianity - 1041238

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. George Bennard was born in Youngstown, Ohio, in 1873, less than forty-five minutes from my own hometown of Alliance. He also happened to be the writer of one of my all-t

The Old Rugged Cross. printeryhouse.org,