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

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
It´s shame and reproach gladly bear
Then he´ll call me some day to my home far away
Where his glory forever I´ll share

And I´ll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown

I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown