The Old Rugged Cross

(George Bennard)



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.



Chorus:

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 gladly bear

Then he'll call me some day to my home far away

Where his glory forever I'll share.



Chorus:

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...