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Rock of Ages, cleft for me, |
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let me hide myself in thee; |
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let the water and the blood, |
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from thy wounded side which flowed, |
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be of sin the double cure; |
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save from wrath and make me pure. |
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Not the labors of my hands |
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can fulfill thy law's commands; |
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could my zeal no respite know, |
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could my tears forever flow, |
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all for sin could not atone; |
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thou must save, and thou alone. |
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Nothing in my hand I bring, |
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simply to the cross I cling; |
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naked, come to thee for dress; |
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helpless, look to thee for grace; |
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foul, I to the fountain fly; |
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wash me, Savior, or I die. |
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While I draw this fleeting breath, |
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when mine eyes shall close in death, |
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when I soar to worlds unknown, |
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see thee on thy judgment throne, |
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Rock of Ages, cleft for me, |
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let me hide myself in thee. |