36. The Old Rugged Tree On a hill far away stands an old rugged tree,A lone emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old tree that withstood a thousand cuts. If you listen it whispers: No blame. O I cherish that old rugged tree, A good teacher, the wisest and best. I will dance round the old rugged tree. Its quiet words have made me truly blest.
Traditional Title: The Old Rugged Cross. |
