Hymn - The old rugged cross

On a ^Ghill far ^G7away stood an ^Cold rugged ^A7cross, The ^Demblem of ^D7suffring and ^Gshame; And ^GI love that old ^G7cross where the ^Cdearest and ^A7best For a ^Dworld of lost ^D7sinners was ^Gslain.

So I'll ^Dcherish the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross. Till my ^Ctrophies at last I lay ^Gdown; I will cling to the ^G7old rugged ^Ccross, And ex^Gchange it some ^Dday for a ^Gcrown.

Oh t^Ghat old rugged cr^G7oss, so des^Cpised by the^A7 world. Has^D a wondrous at^D7traction for^G me, For t^Ghe dear Lamb of ^G7God left His g^Clory a^A7bove, To b^Dear it t^D7o dark cava^Glry.

So I'll ^Dcherish the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross. Till my ^Ctrophies at last I lay ^Gdown; I will cling to the ^G7old rugged ^Ccross, And ex^Gchange it some ^Dday for a ^Gcrown.

In the o^Gld rugged c^G7ross, stained ^Cwith blood s^A7o divine, ^DA wondrous^D7 beauty I ^Gsee. For 'twas ^Gon that old c^G7ross Jesus suf^Cfered and ^A7died To pa^Drdon and ^D7sanctify ^Gme.

So I'll ^Dcherish the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross. Till my ^Ctrophies at last I lay ^Gdown; I will cling to the ^G7old rugged ^Ccross, And ex^Gchange it some ^Dday for a ^Gcrown.

To the o^Gld rugged c^G7ross, I will ^Cever be ^A7true, Its s^Dhame and rep^D7roach gladly b^Gear, Then He'll c^Gall me some ^G7day to my ^Chome far ^A7away, Where His g^Dlory for^D7ever I'll s^Ghare.

So I'll ^Dcherish the ^D7old rugged ^Gcross. Till my ^Ctrophies at last I lay ^Gdown; I will cling to the ^G7old rugged ^Ccross, And ex^Gchange it some ^Dday for a ^Gcrown.