THE OLD RUGGED CROSS 



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 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.


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.


In that 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.


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.


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,
Where His glory forever I'll share.


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.

Singer  Elvis Presley 

Words & Music: George Bennard, 1913