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'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
Till he calls me someday 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.