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 lawʼs 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.