on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross the emblem of suffering and shame
but i love that old cross we're the dearest and blessed for a world of lost sinners was slain
sing with me so i'll cherish the old rugged cross
so
till my trophies at last i lay down
i will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown
to the old
rugged cross
i will ever be true
its shame and reproach gladly bear
then you call me away
to our home far away
where his glory forever
will be
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
i will cling to the old rugged cross

and exchange it someday for a crown
and exchange it someday for a crown
i will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it someday for a crown
and exchange it someday for a crown


Ronda Vincent and the Rage, ladies and gentlemen.