#87 The Old Rugged Cross

1)On a hill for a-way stood an old rug-ged cross, The em-blem of suf-fering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dear-est and best For a world of lost sin-ners was slain. Chorus: So I'll cher-ish the old rug-ged cross Till my tro-phies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rug-ged cross And ex-change it some day for a crown 2)Oh, that old rug-ged cross so de-spised by the world, Has a won-drous at-trac-tion for me; For the dear Lamb of God left His glo-ry a-bove, To bear it to dark Cal-va-ry. Chorus: So I'll cher-ish the old rug-ged cross Till my tro-phies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rug-ged cross And ex-change it some day for a crown 3)In the old rug-ged cross, stained with blood so di-vine, A won-drous beau-ty I see; For t'was on that old cross Je-sus suf-fered and died, to pardon and sanc-ti-fy me. Chorus: So I'll cher-ish the old rug-ged cross Till my tro-phies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rug-ged cross And ex-change it some day for a crown 4)To the old rug-ged cross I will ev-er be true, Its shame and re-proach glad-ly bear; Then He'll call me some day to my home far a-way, Where His glo-ry for ev-er I'll share Chorus: So I'll cher-ish the old rug-ged cross Till my tro-phies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rug-ged cross And ex-change it some day for a crown