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. 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. Repeat Chorus 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. O 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 on dark Calvary. Repeat Chorus 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, 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. Repeat Chorus 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. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown.