1  On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

       The emblem of suff'ring and shame,

    And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best

       For a world of lost sinners was slain.

 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  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.