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