The Old Rugged Cross

The Old Rugged Cross - Ernest Tubb

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

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 some day for a crown