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 And 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 ♪ And I'll cherish the Old Rugged Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross And exchange it some day for a crown And exchange it some day for a crown