1 On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff'ring and shame,
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.
2 Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for 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.
3 In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
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.