1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. In the 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.