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 the old rugged cross
And exchange it
some day for a crown

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.

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

And exchange it
someday for a crown