On a hill far away, stood an [bad word] Cross
The emblem of suff'ring 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 [bad word] Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the [bad word] Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

Oh, that [bad word] 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 [bad word] Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the [bad word] Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
(From: [bad word] [bad word] cross-lyrics.html)

In the [bad word] Cross, stain'd with blood so divine
wondrous beauty I see
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
To pardon and sanctify me

So I'll cherish the [bad word] Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the [bad word] Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

To the [bad word] Cross, I will ever be [bad word] 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 [bad word] Cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the [bad word] Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown