{title:Old Rugged Cross}
{Key: Bb}

{comment:The Old Rugged Cross}
On a [A]hill far away stood an [D]old rugged cross,
The emb[E7]lem of suffering and [A]shame;
And I love that old cross, where the [D]dearest and best
For a [E7]world of lost sinners was [A]slain.

{comment:Chorus}
So I’ll c[E]herish the [E7]old rugged [A]cross
Till my [D]trophies at last I lay [A]down
I will cling to the old rugged [D]cross
And ex[A]change it some [E7]day for a [A]crown.

[A]Oh, that old rugged cross, so
Des[D]pised by the world, has a
W[E7]ondrous attraction for [A]me;
For the dear lamb of God, left his
[D]Glory above to [E7]bear it to dark Calva[A]ry.

[A]In that old rugged cross, stained with
[D]Blood so divine,  a won[E7]drous beauty I [A]see,
For ‘twas on that old cross, Jesus [D]suffered
And died, to [E7]pardon and sanctify [A]me.

[A]To that old rugged cross, I will [D]ever be true;
Its sha[E7]me and reproach gladly [A]bear;  Then
He’ll call me some day to my [D]home far away
Where his [E7]glory forever I’ll [A]share.