On a Hill Far Away
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 someday for a crown.
Oh, 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 someday for a crown.
In the old rugged cross, Stained with blood so divine, A wondrous beauty I see; For 'twas on that old cross Je-sus suffered and died, To par -don and sanc-ti-fy 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 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 some day To my home far away, Where His glory for-ever 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 someday for a crown.