george jones
the old rugged cross
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.  To the 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