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 Ill cherish the old rugged cross
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

In the old rugged cross stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me

So Ill cherish the old rugged cross
Til my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

(Ooh)
Ooh
(Ooh)
Yeah
(Ah)

Yes Ill cherish the old rugged cross
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

Yes Ill cherish the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
Ooh