"The Old Rugged Cross"

The Cross as the Emblem of Suffering

On a hill stood an ox, the emblem of suffering and chained I lost, where the dearest and best of sinners was slain, and I'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down, and someday for its shame and reproach gladly bear, and they'll call me someday, and I'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down, and someday for to the old exchange, and someday for.