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.
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.
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.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
it’s shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he’ll call me some day to my home far away
where his glory forever I’ll share.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
til my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it someday for a crown.
Words & Music by George Bennard