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 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 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 so i ll cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last i lay down and i ll cling to that old rugged cross and exchange it some day for a crown to that old rugged cross i will ever be true its shame and reproach gladly bear till he calls me some day to my home far away where his glory forever i ll share i will 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 i will 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 i ll exchange it some day i ll exchange it some day for a crown