On a hill far away stood
an old rugged cross
The emblem of suff’ring
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 someday
for a crown
To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true
Its 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
Till my trophies at last
I lay down
I will cling
to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday
for a crown