The Old Rugged Cross

The Old Rugged Cross - Mary Barrett

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

Till my trophies at last I lay down

I will cling to the old rugged Cross

And exchange it some day for a crown

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

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 some day for a crown

To the old rugged Cross

I will ever be true

It's shame and reproach gladly bear

Then He'll call me some

Day to my home far away

Where his glory forever I'll share

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 some day for a crown

Yes I will cling to the old rugged Cross

And exchange it some day for a crown