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 the 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
It`s shame and reproach gladly beared
Then he`ll call me someday
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
Written by: George Bennard