The Old Rugged Cross

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 'Til my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old, rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown In the 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 'Til my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old, rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown Ooh, yeah Yes, I'll cherish the old, rugged cross 'Til my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old, rugged cross And exchange it someday for a crown Yes, I'll cherish the old, rugged cross And exchange it someday for a crown Ooh, ooh, ooh