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 word of lost sinners were slain



And I'll cherish the old rugged cross until 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



And I'll cherish the old rugged cross...

I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown