The Old Rugged Cross

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. In the old rugged cross, Stain with blood, So divine... Oh wondrous beauty I see. For trust 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 someday for a Crown. Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, Has a wondrous attraction for me: For7 the dear Lamb of God left His glory above, To bear it 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. To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, it's shame and reproach gladly bear: The He'll call me some day to my home far away, Where His glory forever I'll share.