On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross

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 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

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 hear 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.