The Old Rugged Cross Lyrics - The Mills Brothers

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 some day for a crown. 

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, 

Has a wondrous attraction for me; 

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above 

To bear it to dark Calvary. 

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. 

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, 

A wondrous beauty I see, 

For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, 

To pardon and sanctify me. 

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; 

Its 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 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.