The Old Rugged Cross A D On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, E7 A The emblem of suffering and shame; D And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best E7 A For a world of lost sinners was slain. Chorus E E7 A So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross D A Till my trophies at last I lay down D I will cling to the old rugged cross A E7 A And exchange it some day for a crown. A Oh, that old rugged cross, so D Despised by the world, has a E7 A Wondrous attraction for me; For the dear lamb of God, left his D E7 A Glory above to bear it to dark Calvary. A In that old rugged cross, stained with D E7 A Blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see, D For ‘twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered E7 A And died, to pardon and sanctify me. A D To that old rugged cross, I will ever be true; E7 A Its shame and reproach gladly bear; Then D He’ll call me some day to my home far away E7 A Where his glory forever I’ll share.