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 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 for ever I’ll share.