Rock Of Ages

Rock of ages, cleft for me


Rock of a-ges, cleft for me,
let me hide my-self in thee
Let the wa-ter and the blood,
From thy riv-en side which flowed
Be of sin the dou-ble cure;
Cleanse me from it’s guilt and pow’r

Not the la-bors of my hands
Can ful-fill thy law’s de-mands
Could my zeal no res-pite know,
Could my tears for-ev-er flow
All for sin could not a-tone;
Thou must save, and thou a-lone.

Noth-ing in my hand I bring;
sim-ply to thy cross I cling
Na-ked come to thee for dress;
Help-less, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the foun-tain fly;
wash me, sav-ior, or I die.

While I draw this fleet-ing breath,
when my eye-lids close in death,
when I soar to worlds un-known,
see thee on thy judg-ment throne,
rock of a-ges, cleft for me,
let me hide my-self in thee.

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