Ella Fitzgerald — The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away Stood an old rugged cross The emblem of sufferin' 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 'Til my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day 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 So I'll cherish the old rugged cross (the old rugged cross) 'Til my trophies at last I lay down (I lay down) I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchangе it some day for a crown To the old rugged cross I will еver be true Its shame and reproach gladly bear Then He'll call me some day to my home far away Where His glory forever I'll share So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Til my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown