The Old Rugged Cross it use to play,
As grandma use to sing "On a hill far away"
The Old Organ now sits in the corner silent with only a book,
As you pass by to take a look.
The pedals pumped away as she sang,
Oh what graceful hymns this old thing rang.
The songs we sang were from the heart,
But the words that were written were a work of art.
Like this Old Organ here,
We need to hold them dear.
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