| G | C | A | |
| On a | hill far away stood an | old rugged | cross, |
| D | D7 | G | |
| The | emblem of | suffering and | shame; |
| C | A | |
| And I love that old cross where the | dearest and | best |
| D | D7 | G | |
| For a | world of lost | sinners was | slain. |
| Chorus: |
| D | D7 | G | |
| So | I�ll cherish the | old rugged | cross, |
| C | G | |
| Till my | trophies at last I lay | down; |
| G7 | C | |
| I will cling to the | old rugged | cross, |
| G | D | G | |
| And e | xchange it some | day for a | crown. |
| O 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 on 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 someday to His home far away, |
| Where His glory forever I�ll share. |