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 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 and i ll cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last i lay down and i will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown i will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown