On a hill far away
stood an old rugged cross
the emblaim 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 cherrish the old rugged cross
till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown
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
So I'll cherrish the old rugged cross
till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown
Glory to his name
Glory to his name
there on that cross was the blood applied
Glory to his name
Glory to his name
Glory to his name
there on that cross was the blood applied
Glory to his name
So I'll cherrish the old rugged cross
till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown