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

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