On a hill far away
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of Suffering and Shame,
And I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
For a World of lost sinners was slain.
So Iíll cherish the old rugged Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to my old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a Crown.
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see,
For it was on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear,
Then Heíll call me some day to my home far away
Where His glory forever Iíll share