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.

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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.

4.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.