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 that old rugged cross And exchange it someday for a crown
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true Its shame and reproach gladly bear Then He'll call me someday to my home far away Where His glory forever I'll share
I will cling to that old rugged cross
I will cling to that old rugged cross And exchange it someday for a crown For a crown For a crown