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Rock of Ages

Also known as: Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me

Author: Augustus Toplady
Composer: Thomas Hastings
Year: 1763
Style: hymn
Public Domain
★★★★★ Doctrinally Excellent
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Theological Analysis

A powerful declaration of salvation by grace alone. Toplady wrote this as a polemic against the Arminian theology of John Wesley, emphasizing human inability and Christ's sufficiency.

Theological Strengths

  • Strong emphasis on grace alone ('Thou must save, and Thou alone')
  • Honest assessment of human inability
  • Rich atonement imagery (water and blood)
  • Christ as our hiding place from judgment
  • Perseverance from life through death to eternity

Line-by-Line Analysis

"Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling"
★★★★★

Perhaps the most succinct statement of sola gratia in hymnody. We come empty-handed, trusting only in Christ.

Scripture: Ephesians 2:8-9Romans 4:5Titus 3:5

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Chord Chart

C Rock of Ages, G cleft for me,
G7 Let me hide myself C in Thee;
  Let the F water and the C blood,
  From Thy G wounded side which C flowed,
  Be of F sin the double C cure;
  Save from G7 wrath and make me C pure.
C Not the labors G of my hands
G7 Can fulfill Thy law's C demands;
  Could my F zeal no respite C know,
  Could my G tears forever C flow,
  All for F sin could not C atone;
  Thou must G7 save, and Thou C alone.
C Nothing in my G hand I bring,
G7 Simply to the cross C I cling;
  Naked, come F to Thee for C dress;
  Helpless, look G to Thee for C grace;
  Foul, I F to the fountain C fly;
  Wash me, G7 Savior, or I C die.
C While I draw G this fleeting breath,
G7 When mine eyes shall C close in death,
  When I F soar to worlds C unknown,
  See Thee G on Thy judgment C throne,
  Rock of F Ages, cleft for C me,
  Let me G7 hide myself in C Thee.

Full Lyrics

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 labors 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 the 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.

While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyes shall 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.

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