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
 So, I'll cherish the old rugged cross
 'Til my trophies, at last, I lay down
 I will cling to the old rugged cross
 And exchange it someday, for a crown
 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
 So, I'll cherish the old rugged cross
 'Til my trophies, at last, I lay down
 I will cling to the old rugged cross
 And exchange it someday, for a crown
 
 To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true
 It's shame, and reproach, gladly bear
 Then He'll call me someday, to my home, far away
 Where His glory, forever, I'll share
 So, I'll cherish the old rugged cross
 'Til my trophies, at last, I lay down
 I will cling to the old rugged cross
 And exchange it someday, for a crown