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
