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 was slain
So I will cherish the old rugged cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true
It's shame and reproach, gladly bear
Until he'll call me some day to my home far away
Where his glory forever I'll share
So I will cherish the old rugged cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
And exchange it some day for a crown