On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The
emblem of suff'ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best, For a world
of lost sinners was slain.
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
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
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.
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.
Words and Tune Old Rugged Cross, George Bennard, 1913.
The Old Rugged Cross is another of my favorite hymns.
It shows us what
Jesus went through while he was on the cross.
I'll always cherish
the Old Rugged Cross.