On a hill far away stood an old rugged Cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
It was on that old Cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the Christ of the Cross,
'Till His trophies at last He lays down;
I will cling to the Christ of the Cross,
And I'll praise Him in Glory that day.

The Christ of the Cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear sin on dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish the Christ of the Cross,
'Till His trophies at last He lays down;
I will cling to the Christ of the Cross,
And I'll praise Him in Glory that day.

On the old rugged Cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
It was on that old Cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the Christ of the Cross,
'Till His trophies at last He lays down;
I will cling to the Christ of the Cross,
And I'll praise Him in Glory that day.

To the Christ of the Cross I will ever be true,
His shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day for by His grace I am saved,
And His glory for ever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the Christ of the Cross,
'Till His trophies at last He lays down;
I will cling to the Christ of the Cross,
And I'll praise Him in Glory that day.

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