The Old Rugged Cross

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
 And I'll cherish the old rugged Cross
 And 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
 And they will call me some day to my home far away
 Where his glory forever I'll share
 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
 I will cling to the old rugged Cross
 And exchange it some day for a crown