Hymn 77 - The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross

where the dearest and best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.

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.

In the 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.

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.

REFRAIN

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.