THE OLD RUGGED CROSS GEORGE BENNARD For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16
George Beverly Shea recalls seeing George Bennard, author of this hymn, many times at Winona Lake Bible Conference in Indiana. “Though a preacher – a good one – he would sometimes sing,” wrote Mr. Shea. “His voice was not trained or out of the ordinary, but he had a great feeling and expression and could really put over any hymn. I remember how moved I was the first time I heard him sing his own “The Old Rugged Cross…”
On one occasion, after a difficult season of ministry, George Bennard realized he needed to better understand the power of the Cross of Christ. He later said, “I was praying for a full understanding of the Cross… I read and studied and prayed… The Christ of the Cross became more than a symbol… It was like seeing John 3:16 leave the printed page, take form, and act out the meaning of redemption. While watching this scene with my mind’s eye, the theme of the song came to me.”
On a hill far away Stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering 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, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown
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 on dark Calvary.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown
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.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown
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.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown