The Old Rugged Cross
George Bennard
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
'Til my trophies, at last, I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
Oh the old rugged cross, so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
Oh the dear Lamb of God
Left His Glory above
To bear it, to dark Calvary
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 some day for a crown