The old rugged cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross

The emblem of suff’ring 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.

Oh

that old rugged cross

so despised by the world

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above

To bear it to dark Calvary.

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.