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
Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know
These for sin can not atone;
Thou must save and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my 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 myself in thee
Composed by Thomas Hastings, 1830
Author: Augustus M Toplady, 1776