To the cross, the rugged cross they nailed His precious hands,
And in death He fully paid the cost,
There is pardon in His love for ev'ry one that stands,
For the blood that stained the old rugged cross,
T’was His blood, His precious blood that stained the old rugged cross,
’Twas His love that paid the awful cost;
O soul so far astray come and plunge today.
Shed the blood that stained the old rugged cross.