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OLD RUGGED CROSS

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

O 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,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown

In that 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,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown

To that old rugged cross 
I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then he'll call me some day 
to my home far away,
Where his glory forever I'll share.

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