Jeff Johnson - Old rugged cross

^AmOn a hill far away ^Fstood an old rugged cross, ^Cthe emblem of suffering ^Amand shame; ^Amand I love that old cross ^Fwhere the dearest and best ^Cfor a world of lost sinner^Cs was slain.

So I'll c^Cherish the old rugged c^Cross, till my t^Frophies at last I lay d^Cown; C F I will cling to the old rugged cross, and excha^Cnge it some d^Cay for a c^Amrown.

^AmIn that old rugged cross, ^Fstained with blood so divine, a ^Cwondrous beauty I s^Amee, ^Amfor 'twas on that old cross J^Fesus suffered and died, to p^Cardon and sanctify ^Cme.

So I'll c^Cherish the old rugged c^Cross, till my t^Frophies at last I lay d^Cown; C F I will cling to the old rugged cross, and excha^Cnge it some d^Cay for a c^Amrown.

^AmTo that old rugged cross ^FI will ever be true, its s^Chame and reproach gladly b^Amear; ^Amthen he'll call me some day t^Fo my home far away, C C where his glory forever I'll share.

So I^C'll cherish the old rug^Cged cross, F C till my trophies at last I lay down; C F I will cling to the old rugged cross, C C C and exchange it some day for a crown.