The Old Rugged Cross

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 someday for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;

It's shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I'll share.

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 someday for a crown.