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