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.
[Refrain:] 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 the old rugged cross I will ever be true, It's shame and reproach gladly bear; Then he'll call me some day to my home far away, Where his glory forever I'll share. [Refrain]