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
Oh, that old rugged cross
So despised by the world
Has a wonderous
Attraction for me
For the dear lamb of God
Left His glory above
To bare it
To dark Calvary
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