O 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.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,  a wondrous beauty I see,  for ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever 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...

And I will stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and wonder how He could love me, a sinner condemned unclean, or will I be able to stand at all.?.

I can only imagine.