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 perfect cure, Save me, Lord, and make me pure. | Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil Thy Law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. | 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! | When I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close 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. | |