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.


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.


In That 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.


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.


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.


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.