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Rory Feek – The Old Rugged Cross (Live)

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Introduction

There’s something profoundly timeless about “The Old Rugged Cross.” It’s more than just a song—it’s a sanctuary, a place where memories, faith, and hope intertwine. Written in 1912 by George Bennard, this cherished hymn has offered comfort to countless hearts over generations. Its simplicity speaks volumes, gently guiding us to reflect on sacrifice, redemption, and the unwavering power of grace.

When the melody starts, it’s like being transported to a quiet church on a Sunday morning. You can almost hear the congregation humming softly, the weight of the world momentarily lifted. The lyrics—raw and poignant—tell the story of the ultimate sacrifice: a rugged cross that bore the weight of humanity’s sins. Lines like “I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it someday for a crown” are a beautiful reminder that our struggles are temporary, but faith and love endure.

What makes this hymn so universally beloved is its ability to connect deeply with every listener, no matter their journey. Whether sung in small country chapels, echoed through cathedrals, or performed by legendary artists like Johnny Cash and Alan Jackson, it never loses its sincerity. “The Old Rugged Cross” isn’t flashy or complicated; it’s real—heartfelt and unshakable in its message.

At its core, the song is about finding strength in the face of life’s hardships. It wraps around you like a familiar embrace, gently whispering that there is beauty in sacrifice and hope beyond sorrow. Perhaps that’s why it remains a staple in church services, funerals, and moments of quiet reflection. It’s a hymn that transcends time—a testament to faith and the belief that, even in our darkest hours, we are never alone.

Listening to “The Old Rugged Cross” feels like coming home. It reminds us of simpler times, of family gatherings, of voices united in harmony. And maybe that’s its greatest gift: a timeless connection to something bigger than ourselves

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Lyrics

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
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true
Its 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
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
And exchange it some day for a crown

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