The Old Rugged Cross

1.On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,<br />
The emblem of suffering and shame<br />
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best<br />
For a world of lost sinners was slain<br />
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cros,<br />
Till my trophies at last I lay down;<br />
I will cling to the old rugged cross,<br />
And exchange it some day for a crown<br />
2.O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,<br />
Has a wondrous attraction for me;<br />
For the dear Lamb of God left his glory above<br />
To bear it to dark Calvary.<br />
3.In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,<br />
A wondrous beauty I see,<br />
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,<br />
To pardon and sanctify me<br />
4.To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,<br />
Its shame and reproach gladly bear<br />
Then he’ll call me some day to my home far away,<br />
Where his glory forever I’ll share