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 bestFor a world of lost sinners was slain.[Refrain:]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.[Refrain]