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 ( piano ) Oh that old rugged cross so despised by the world is a wonderous attraction for me For the dear lamb of God left this glory above to bare it to dark calvary So I'll cherish the old rugged cross...