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Rock of Ages, cleft for me, |
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Let me hide myself in Thee; |
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Let the water and the blood, |
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From Thy wounded side which flowed, |
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Be of sin the double cure, |
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Save from wrath and make me pure. |
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Not the labor of my hands |
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Can fulfill Thy law's demands; |
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Could my zeal no respite know, |
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Could my tears forever flow, |
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All for sin could not atone; |
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Thou must save, and Thou alone. |
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Nothing in my hand I bring, |
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Simply to Thy cross I cling; |
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Naked, come to Thee for dress; |
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Helpless, look to Thee for grace; |
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Foul, I to the fountain fly; |
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Wash me, Savior, or I die. |
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While I draw this fleeting breath, |
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When my eyes shall close in death, |
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When I rise to worlds unknown, |
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And behold Thee on Thy throne, |
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Rock of Ages, cleft for me, |
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Let me hide myself in Thee. |
