There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
The emblem of suffering and shame.
Where my Saviour nailed my sins to His Cross.
So that, as I stand before God I might not suffer shame.
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
Where they nailed my Savior’s hands to that Crossbeam.
Where they nailed my Savior’s feet to the post.
He said “Father forgive them for they not what they do.”
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
Where my Saviour gave grace to a dying malefactor.
Where my Saviour provided loving care for Mary who bore Him.
Saying to the disciple who stood by “Care for my mother.”
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
The shades of darkness at high noon enveloped the landscape.
Where my Saviour drank the bitter cup of my sins,
and became sin who knew no sin.
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
As the shades of darkness enveloped the landscape.
My Saviour cried out “My God My God why hast thou forsaken me.”
He was forsaken of God so that I might not be forsaken of Him.
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
My Saviour cried out “I thirst” and they gave Him vinegar to drink.
But our Saviour flowing from the throne grace gives,
those living waters, to whom whosoever will call upon Him.
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
My Saviour cried out to His Father in Heaven. “It is finished.”
My Saviour had paid the supreme sacrifice of giving His life,
so that I might have life eternal in His life.
There On a Hill Far Away Stood That Old Rugged Cross
My Saviour said these words to His Father in Heaven.
“Father into thine hands I commend my Spirit.”
My Saviour suffered death so that I might not suffer the second death.
With tear stained cheeks I humbly stand before that empty Cross,
and with heartfelt gratitude for those dark hours of Calvary,
on that Old Rugged Cross an emblem of suffering and shame.
