The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, 

the emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross where the dearest and best 

for a world of lost sinners was slain.

Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world, 

has a wondrous attraction for me; 

for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above 

to bear it to dark Calvary.

In the 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.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true, 

it’s 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, 

til my trophies at last I lay down; 

I will cling to the old rugged cross, 

and exchange it someday for a crown.

Words & Music by George Bennard

Excerpt from
Reflections: A Journey through Lent into Easter
from Selah Center
Available now on Amazon

Photo by Yoal Desurmont on Unsplash