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 (the old rugged cross)
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross (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 someday to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross (the old rugged cross)
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross (the old rugged cross)
And exchange it someday for a crown
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross (the old rugged cross)
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross (the old rugged cross)
And exchange it someday for a crown
