Song: The old rugged cross

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The song "The old rugged cross" was written in 1912 (soon before Word War I) by George Bennard (1873-1958). Born in Youngstown, OH, his family moved to Iowa, eventually being converted at a Salvation Army meeting and later becoming ordained in the Methodist Episcopal Church. He was a long-time evangelist and song-leader.
The 1920 recording is by Mrs. William Asher, Homer Rodeheaver and Rev. George Bennard. It has been performed by many recording artists since. https://archive.org/details/78_old-rugged-cross_rev.-george-bennard-mrs.-william-asher-homer-rodeheaver_gbia0000398b

This is hymn 256 in the hymnal.

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 to 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 that 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.