| 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. | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 |