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 word of lost sinners were slain      And I'll cherish the old rugged cross until 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      And I'll cherish the old rugged cross...   I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown