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
Ooo . . . and He bought us a stairway to heaven
To the old rugged cross, I will ever be true, it’s shame and reproach gladly bare
then He’ll call me some day, to my home far away, where His glory forever I���ll share
Ooo, makes me wonder. . . Ooo, makes me wonder uh-uh-
Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, has a wondrous attraction for me
for the dear Lamb of God left His glory above, to bear it to dark— cal-vary
Ooo, makes me wonder. . . Ooo, really makes me wonder
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, a won—drous beau—ty I see
for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, to pardon and sancti—fy me
. . .Oh Oh Oh
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies I lay — down
I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange them—for a crown
and it makes me wonder. . . Ah . . .
To the old rugged cross—I will be true, it’s shame I will glad—ly bare
then He’ll call me to my home— far away, where His glory—forever share ah ah ah
O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, has a wondrous traction for me
in that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see
twas on that old cross, Jesus suffered and died, to pardon sanctify me
. . . And He bought us a stairway, to heaven
© 2013 Tree Number 3
