Lyrics

On a hill, far away, there's an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and pain,
And I love that old cross, where the dearest and the best,
For a world of lost sinners, was slain.

And I'll cherish, that old rugged cross,
Til my trophies, at last, I lay down,
I will cling, to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it, someday for a crown.

Oh that old rugged cross, stained with blood so devine,
Holds wonderous attractions for me,
It was on that old cross, where Jeuss suffered and died,
To pardon snd sanctify me.

And I'll cherish, that old rugged cross,
Til my trophies, at last, I lay down,
I will cling, to that old rugged cross,
And exchange it, one day for a crown,
And exchange it, one day for a crown.