Key: G

[G]... [G]... [C]... [A/C#]...
[D]... [D]... [G]... [D]...
[G]... [G7]... [C]... [A/C#]...
[D]... [D]... [G]... [G]...

Cho
[D]... [D]... [G]... [G]...
[C]... [C]... [G]... [D]...
[G]... [Bm]... [C]... [Am]...
[D]... [D]... [G]... [G]...

Lyrics

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,  
Till my trophies at last I lay down;  
I will cling to the old rugged cross,  
And exchange it some day for a crown.  

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.  

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,  
A wondrous beauty I see;  
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died  
To pardon and sanctify me.  

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 that old rugged cross I will ever be true,  
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;  
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away  
Where His glory forever I’ll share.  

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.