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.