Rock of A-ges, cleft for me,
Let me hide my-self in Thee;
Let the wa-ter and the blood,
From Thy riv-en side which flowed,
Be of sin the dou-ble cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the la-bors of my hands
Can ful-fil Thy law's de-mands;
Could my zeal no res-pite know,
Could my tears for-ev-er flow,
All for sin could not a-tone;
Thou must save, and Thou a-lone.
No-thing in my hand I bring,
Sim-ply to Thy cross I cling;
Na-ked, come to Thee for dress;
Help-less, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Foun-tain fly;
Wash me, Sav-ior, or I die.
While I draw this fleet-ing breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I soar to worlds un-known,
See Thee on Thy judg-ment throne,
Rock of A-ges, cleft for me,
Let me hide my-self in Thee.