1. Rock of A- ges, cleft for me, Let me hide my- self in Thee; Let the wa- ter and the blood, From Thy wound- ed side which flowed, Be of sin the doub- le cure; Save from wrath and make me pure.

2. Not the la- bor of my hands Can ful- fill 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.

3. No- thing in my hand I bring, Simp- ly to the 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, Sa- vior, or I die.

4. While I draw this fleet- ing breath, When mine eyes shall 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.