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 I'll cherish the old rugged Cross (old rugged Cross)
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
And 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 someday to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share

And I'll cherish the old rugged Cross (old rugged Cross)
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

Yeah, I will cling to the old rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

Copyright: Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): George Bennard