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      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 to dark calvary      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      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