The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood

an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff'ring 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 that old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it someday 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 bear 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.

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