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 someday for a crown.
Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, has a
wondrous attraction for me; For the dear Lamb of God left the
glory of heaven to bear it to cold 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.
In that old rugged cross, which bore Love so divine, a
wondrous beauty I see, For upon that old cross Jesus
suffered and died to pardon and sanctify me.
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 be true, its
shame and reproach gladly bear; When God calls me some-day to my
home far away, there God's glory forever I'll share.
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.
