Rock of ages shelter 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 pow’r.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill 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.

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