On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
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the emblem of suffering and shame
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And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
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for a world of lost sinners was slain
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
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till my trophies at last I lay down
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I will cling to the old rugged cross,
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and exchange it some day for a crown
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Oh that old rugged cross so despised by the world
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has a wonderous attraction for me
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for the dear lamb of God left his glory above
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to bear it to dark cavalry
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So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
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till my trophies at last I lay down
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I will cling to the old rugged cross,
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and exchange it some day for a crown
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The Old Rugged Cross
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| Iris Dement |
