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Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to thee,
Oh lamb of God,
I come! I come!
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 someday for a crown.
I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, Falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
Non other has ever known.
