Old Rugged Cross
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 ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away
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
Our lord was near death when he gave this cry
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?
Think of the tremendous love and devotion
That our Lord had in suffering such shame and such agony
As He was on that old rugged cross
Will exchange it someday for a crown
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
And exchange it someday
Some sweet day for a crown