On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame,
How I love that old cross where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners were slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross until my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown.
The emblem of suffering and shame,
How I love that old cross where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners were slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross until my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown.