On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame.
How I love that old cross, where the dearest and blessed
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 someday for a crown.
For that old rugged cross, so depised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction to me
For the dear lamb of God left his glory above
To bear it on 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 someday for a crown.
I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown.