THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
1. 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.
Chorus:
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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.