Why Friday is so Good
― On a hill far away stood an old rugged crossThe emblem of suffering and shame;And I love that old cross where the dearest and bestFor a world of lost sinners was slain. ∙ So I'll cherish the old rugged crossTill my trophies at last I lay downI will cling to the old rugged crossAnd exchange it some day for a crown. ∙ Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the worldHas a wondrous attraction for me;For the dear Lamb of God left his glory aboveTo bear it to dark Calvary. ∙ In [...].
