The Old Rugged Cross

The Old Rugged Cross - Don Moen

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 someday for a crown

In the old rugged cross

Stained with blood so divine

A wondrous beauty I see

For 'twas on that old cross

Jesus suffered and died

To pardon and sanctify me

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 someday 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 someday

To my home far away

Where his glory forever I'll share

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 someday for a crown

And exchange it someday for a crown