On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And how I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinner 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 someday for a crown

To the old rugged cross I will ever true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me someday to my home faraway
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 someday for a crown

And exchange it someday for a crown