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 (rugged cross)
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged (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 someday to my home far away
Where His glory forever I’ll share

[1] On a hill far away stood an [4] old rugged [2m] cross
The [5] emblem of suffering and [1] shame [5]
And [1] I love that old cross where the [4] dearest and [2m] best
For a [5] world of lost sinners was [1] slain

So I’ll [5] cherish the old rugged [1] cross (rugged cross)
Till my [4] trophies at last I lay [1] down
I will cling to the old rugged [4] (old rugged) cross
And ex-[1]-change it some-[5]-day for a [1] crown

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He’ll call me someday to my home far away
Where His glory forever I’ll share