The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffer'ng and shame;
And I love that old cross
where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.

Chorus:
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 someday for a crown.

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 above
to bear it to dark Calvary.

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.

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.