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 word 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 some day for a crown 

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... 

And exchange it some day for a crown