1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the Water, and the Blood,
From thy wounded Side which flow'd,
Be of Sin the double Cure,
Save from Guilt and make me pure.
2 Not the Labour of my Hands
Can fulfil thy Law's Demands;
Could my Zeal no lanquor 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, Savior, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting Breath,
When my Eye-Strings break in Death,
When I rise to Worlds unknown,
See thee on thy Judgment Throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
