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 labor of my hands

Can fulfill the 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 heart-strings break in death,

When I soar to worlds unknown,

See thee on thy judgment throne,

Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.