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.