The Old Rugged Cross - Pat Boone

　　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