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;
cleanse me from its guilt and pow’r.

Not the labors of my hands
can fulfil 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 Thy 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 eyelids close in death,
when I soar to worlds unknown,
see Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in Thee.

—Augustus M. Toplady (1776)