Old Rugged Cross

Friends, let us surrender our life on this Good Friday - you may not get other chance…

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 last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged

Cross, and exchange it someday for a crown.

O 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 the bear it to dark Calvary.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my

Trophies 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 it was on that old cross Jesus

Suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my

Trophies 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 forever I’ll share.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my

Trophies last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged

Cross, and exchange it someday for a crown.