Savior's Cross

On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross.
Where people saw it everyday, 
But no one take the cause.
Drops of blood that shed
Where stain and shame had fled
The emblem of suffering,
Our shame carried by a King.
I'll cherish the old rugged cross
And cling the cause,
Where crown of glory
Bestowed to a sinner like me.