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 word 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
So I´ll cherish...
And exchange it some day for a crown