The Old Rugged Cross

Ooooh

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross

The emblem of suffering and shame

How I love that old cross, for the dearest and best

For a world of lost sinners was slain

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine

A wondrous beauty I see

For 'twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered and died

To pardon and sanctify me

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross

'Til my trophies at last I lay down

And I'll 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

And I'll cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown

And I'll cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown

Aaaah