THE OLD RUGGED CROSS

On a Hill far away 
stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame,
And I love that old cross
where the Dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

CHORUS
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.

Oh, 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.

In the 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.

To the 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.