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,

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,

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 the old rugged cross,

And exchange it some day for a crown...