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. Not the labor 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, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyestrings break in death, When I soar through tracts unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, -- Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT |