The Old Rugged Cross
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’ll lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.
Oh that old rugged cross, So despised by the world
Holds a wondrous attraction to me, for the dear Lamb of God left His glory above to bear it to dark Calvary
In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine a wondrous beauty I see
For t’was on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true
It’s shame and reproach gladly bear, Then He’ll call me some day
To my home far away, Where His glory forever
I’ll share.
George Bennard