on a hill far away

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.




O, the 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 '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,

when His glory for ever I'll share.