Songs

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross

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1	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 some day for a crown.

2	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. 

3	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

						George Bennard