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 bestfor 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 the old rugged cross,and exchange it some day for a crown.
2. O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,has a wondrous attraction for me;for the dear Lamb of God left his glory aboveto bear it to dark Calvary.
3. In that 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.
4. To that 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.