on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross the emblem of sufferin and shame and i love that old cross where the dearest and best for world of sinner was slain in the old rugged cross stained with blood so divine a wondrous beauty i see it was on that old rugged cross jesus suffered and died to pardon and sanctify me so i cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last i lay down i will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange someday for a crown