 | 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. Could my tears forever flow, could my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,--Thou must save, and Thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling. When I draw my final breath, when my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to world unknown and behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. |