Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labour of my hands, Can fulfil thy law’s demands:
Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling:
Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly: Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgement throne:
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee!