RUGGED CROSS

I.                    On a hill faraway, 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.

Refrain: 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.

II.                  To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true.

It’s a shame & reproach gladly bear.

Then he’ll call me one day. To my home faraway

Where his Glory forever, we’ll share.