Rock of Ages

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;
These for sin could not atone
Thou must save, and thou alone.
In my hand no price I bring
Simply to thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to words unknown
And behold Thee on Thythrone
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.