59. On a hill far away, stood an old
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 blest.
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.
2 Oh! 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.
3 To the old rugged cross, I’ll ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear,
Then He’ll call me some day, to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.