Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood
From Thy wounded side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure
Save from wrath and make me pure
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill 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, Savior, or I die