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 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
And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the Old Rugged Cross, I will ever be true
It's shame and reproach, gladly bear
Till He calls me some day to my home far away
Where in His glory forever I'll share
So I'll cherish the Old Rugged Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
