Old Rugged Cross

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.

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, 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 someday for a crown

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

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

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 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 someday for a crown