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