Rock Of Ages

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure; 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

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.