The Old Rugged Cross — текст песни (Brad Paisley)

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross,
The emblem of suff`ring 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 some day for a crown.

Oh, that old rugged Cross so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me,
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above,
To bear it to dark Calvary.

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.

In the old rugged Cross, stain`d with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above,
To pardon and sanctify me.

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,
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 some day for a crown.