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 Till 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 Till my trophies at last I lay down; 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