| Old Rugged Cross |
| Anne Murray |
| 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 |
| Till my trophies at last I lay down |
| I will cling to the old rugged Cross |
| And exchange it some day for a crown |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Solo |
| 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 |
| I will cling to the old rugged Cross |
| And exchange it some day for a crown |