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 the best, 
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
And 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.
On that old rugged cross, so despised by this old world.
Has a wondrous attraction for me, 
For a dear Lamb of God left His glory above, 
To bear it to dark cavalry.
And 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...