The Old Rugged Cross

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

'Til my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old, rugged cross

And exchange it some day for a crown

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine

A wondrous beauty I see

For 'twas on that old cross

Jesus suffered and died to pardon and sanctify me

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 some day for a crown

Ooh, yeah

Yes, 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

Yes, I'll cherish the old, rugged cross

And exchange it someday for a crown

Ooh, ooh, ooh