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
In that old, rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
Its 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
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
And I will cling to the old, rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
