1
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, Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
2
Nothing in my hands 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, Cleanse me, Saviour, or I die.
3
While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes are closed in death; While I soar through tracks unknown, See Thee on Thy judgement throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.