On an old rugged cross,
my savior redeemed me,
paid my sin dept,
and wiped my slate clean,
took away all the fear,
that I had of dying.
I\'ll not be afraid,
when it\'s my time to leave.
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I\'ll not be afraid,
when the death angel calls me,
when the raging waters,
of the river I\'ll see.
I\'ll keep holding on,
to the promise He made.
When I leave this old world,
I will not be afraid.