Verse 1

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross, where the dearest and

best,

For a world of lost sinners was slain.

Verse 2

Oh! That old rugged cross, so despised by the

world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God, left His glory above,

To bear it to dark Calvary.

Verse 3

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so

divine,

A wondrous beauty, I see;

For t’was on that old cross, Jesus suffered and

died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

Verse 4

To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true,

It’s shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He’ll call me someday, to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I’ll share.