On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suff'ring 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, 'Til my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it someday 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 someday to my home far away, Where His glory forever I'll share. So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, 'Til my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it someday for a crown.