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.
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 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 someday
To my home far away,
Where his glory forever I'll share.
This arrangement copyright 2008 by One Light Music Productions.