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
To the old rugged cross
I will live and 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
Glory to His name
(Glory to His name)
Glory to His name
(Glory to His name)
There on that cross
Was the blood of Christ
(Was the blood of Christ)
Glory to His name
(Glory to His name
Glory to His name)
Glory to His name
(Glory to His name)
Glory to His name
(King of Kings, Lord of Lords...)
There on that cross
Was the blood of Christ
(Was the blood of Christ)
Glory His name
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