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 labours of my hands can fulfil Thy law’s 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, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, when mine eyes shall close in death, when I soar to worlds unknown, see Thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.