A           A7           D           B7
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
     E            E7          A 
The emblem of suff'ring and shame;
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And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
       E             E7           A
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
               E         E7          A
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross.
               D                       A
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
             A                       D
     I will cling to the old rugged cross,
           A                E        A
     And exchange it some day for a crown.

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 cavalry.

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 on some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.