The 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 some day for a crown

To the old, rugged cross I will ever be true

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