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 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 Savior 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 judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776