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.

 O 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.

 In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
 a wondrous beauty I see,
 for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
 to pardon and sanctify me.

 To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
 its shame and reproach gladly bear;
 then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
 where His glory forever I'll share.

Mel : George Bennard 1913 [OLD RUGGED CROSS]
Text: George Bennard 1913 "On A Hill Far Away"
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