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 wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God, left his glory above to bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged Cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above to pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true, it's shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away, where his glory forever I will share.
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 wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God, left his glory above to bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged Cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above to pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true, it's shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away, where his glory forever I will share.