The Old Rugged Cross

<p>On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross<br/>The emblem of suffering and shame<br/>And how I love that old cross where the dearest and best<br/>For a world of lost sinner was slain<br/><br/>So I&#x27;ll cherish the old rugged cross<br/>Till my trophies at last I lay down<br/>I will cling to the old rugged cross<br/>And exchange it someday for a crown<br/><br/>To the old rugged cross I will ever true<br/>Its shame and reproach gladly bear<br/>Then He&#x27;ll call me someday to my home faraway<br/>Where His glory forever I&#x27;ll share<br/><br/>So I&#x27;ll cherish the old rugged cross<br/>Till my trophies at last I lay down<br/>I will cling to the old rugged cross<br/>And exchange it someday for a crown<br/>And exchange it someday for a crown