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CHRIST THE ROCK OF AGES.

“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 power.

“Not the labor of my hands

Can fulfil the 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;

Vile, I to the Fountain fly,

Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

“While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my heart-strings break 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.”