the old rugged cross

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.

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 some day for a crown.


Oh, 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 ‘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.