On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
Well I love that old cross
Where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain

And I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Until my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the 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 sharе

And I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophiеs at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown

And 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 someday for a crown