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. To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, It's shame and reproach I'll gladly bear, Till he calls me some day to my home far away, Where his glory forever I'll share 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 And exchange it some day for a crown.