Craig Wayne Boyd The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame
How I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain

CHORUS:
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
Till he calls me someday to my home far away
Where his glory forever I'll share

CHORUS:
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.