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 that old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown

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

I will cling to that old rugged cross

I will cling to that old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
For a crown
For a crown