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 were 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 some day for a crown

That the old rugged cross I'll 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

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 some day for a crown