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

 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

 A wondrous beauty I see

 On that old rugged cross, Jesus suffered and died

 To pardon and sanctify me