Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide thyself 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 labors of my hands,
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, Thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy Throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide thyself in Thee.