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
someday for a crown
I will cling to the old
rugged cross
And exchange it
someday for a crown
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow
It washes white as snow
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
Oh
Love Love
the blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow
It washes white as snow
It washes white as snow