On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross
The emblem of suff'ring 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
'Til 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 wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary
So I'll cherish the old rugged Cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
So I'll cherish the old rugged Cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
So I'll cherish the old rugged Cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
One of these old days
And exchange it some day for a crown