ON A HILL FAR AWAY

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.

O, the 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.

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 me some day

To my home far away,

When His glory for ever I'll share.