Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
Chris Rice
On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffring 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
Til my trophies
At last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
O the old rugged cross
So despised by the world
Has a wond'rous 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
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
And exchange it someday 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
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
And exchange it someday for a crown
And exchange it someday
For a crown