That Cross! “Oh, 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 someday for a crown.”

“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. 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 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. That’s why  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 someday for a crown.”