Rena DemonOn a hill, far awayStood an old rugged crossThe emblem of suffering and shameAnd I love that old crossWhere the dearest and bestFor a world of lost sinners was slainSo I'll cherish the old rugged, old rugged crossTill my trophies at last I lay downI will cling to the old rugged, old rugged crossAnd exchange it someday for a crown, a crownBeneath the cross of JesusMy fame would take my standThe shadow of a mighty rockWithin a weary landA home within the wildernessA rest upon the wayFrom the burning of the noontime heatAnd the burden of the dayIn the cross, in the crossBe my glory everTill my raptured soul shall find restBeyond the riverSo I'll cherish the old rugged, old rugged crossTill my trophies at last I lay downI will cling to the old rugged, old rugged crossAnd exchange it someday in my home far awayI'll exchange it somedayFor a crown in the cross, near the crossBeneath the old rugged crossOld rugged cross