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

'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 be true

Its shame and reproach gladly bear

Then He'll call 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 someday for a crown



Our lord was near death when he gave this cry

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?

Think of the tremendous love and devotion

That our Lord had in suffering such shame and such agony

As He was on that old rugged cross



Will exchange it someday for a crown



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

Some sweet day for a crown