The Old Rugged Cross

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 the 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 someday for a crown To the old rugged cross I will ever be true It`s shame and reproach gladly beared Then he`ll call me someday To my home far away Where his glory forever I`ll share 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 someday for a crown Written by: George Bennard