On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suff'ring and shame.
And I love that old Cross, where the dearest
and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.
Chorus
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.
Oh, the 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. (Chorus)
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be
true, Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me someday to my home far
away, where His glory for ever I'll share. (Chorus)
