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 Word Of Lost Sinners Were Slain



I Will 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