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.
Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God, left His glory above,
To bear it to dark Calvary.
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,
It’s 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.