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 blest
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I’ll lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day 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 the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see.
For it was on that old cross, Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.