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 were 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 someday for a crown
To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true
To the old rugged cross
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then he'll call me someday
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 someday for a crown
To the old rugged cross



In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see.
For to love that old cross, Jesus suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
My trophies at last I lay down.
I'll acquit you to the old rugged cross.
Yes.
And exchange it someday for a crown.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'd like to ask Mr. Frank Butler to give the closing prayer.
But before I do that, I want to thank you men.
And also, Warden Nelson, Associate Warden James Park, and Chaplain Eshelman.
For allowing me to come and spend this hour of worship with you here at San Quentin Garden Chapel.
It's an hour I'll never forget.
And now, here's Reverend Frank Butler.