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) Ooh (Ooh) Yeah (Ah)
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 Ooh