| The Old Rugged Cross |
| 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 |
| Where my trophies at last I’ll lay down. |
| I will cling to the old rugged cross, |
| And exchange it someday for a crown. |
| 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 Calvary. |
| To the old rugged cross, |
| I will ever be true, |
| It’s shame and reproach gladly bear. |
| Then He’ll call me some day |
| To my home far away, |
| Where His Glory forever I’ll share. |
| NEAR THE CROSS |
| Jesus, keep me near the cross, |
| There a precious fountain, |
| Free to all a healing stream |
| Flows from Calvary’s mountain. |
| In the cross, In the cross, |
| Be my glory ever, |
| Till my raptured soul shall find |
| Rest beyond the river. |
| Near the cross, a trembling soul, |
| Love and mercy found me. |
| There the bright and morning star |
| Wrapped its love around me. |
| Near the cross I’ll watch and wait, |
| Hoping, trusting ever, |
| Till I reach that Golden Strand, |
| Just beyond the river. |