Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
Let the water and the blood
From your wounded side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

My Rock
My Rock
My Jesus my Rock

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil your law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to your cross I cling.
Naked, come to you for dress,
Helpless, look to you for grace.
Foul, I to the fountain fly.
Wash me, Saviour, or I die

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See you on your judgment throne,
Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.