Rock Of Ages

Rocha eterna, 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 labors of my hands

Can fulfill thy law's demands;

Could my zeal no respite know,

Could my tears forever flow,

These 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