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

'til my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown.

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.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross

'til my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown.

Ooh...

Yeah...

Yes, I'll cherish the old rugged cross

'til my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown.

Yes, I'll cherish the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown.