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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, Till my trophies at la st I lay down: I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown.
Bulletins come unfolded, 8½, x 11', in shrinkwrappedpackages of 100.
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