On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And how I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinner 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
To the old rugged cross I will ever true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me someday to my home faraway
Where His glory forever I'll share
And exchange it someday for a crown
