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.

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 some day for a crown.