Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
 Let me hide myself in Thee!
 Let the Water and the Blood,
 From thy riven Side which flow'd,
 Be of Sin the double Cure,
 Cleanse me from its Guilt and Pow'r.
 Not the Labours of my Hands
 Can fulfil thy 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!


 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!
 Whilst I draw this fleeting Breath--
 When my Eye-strings break in Death--
 When I soar through tracts unknown--
 See Thee on thy Judgment-Throne--
 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
 Let me hide myself in Thee!