The Old Rugged Cross Lyrics

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.

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.