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 (old rugged Cross) 'Til my trophies at last I lay down And 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 It's shame and reproach gladly bear Then He'll call me someday to my home far away Where His glory forever I'll share And I'll cherish the old rugged Cross (old rugged Cross) 'Til my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the old rugged Cross And exchange it some day for a crown Yeah, I will cling to the old rugged Cross And exchange it some day for a crown --- The Old Rugged Cross - Alan Jackson