Rock of (C)Ag es, cleft for me, let me hide my (G)self in (C)Thee.

Let the (G)wa ter and the (C)blood, from Thy (G)wound ed side which (C)flowed, be of sin the dou ble cure; save from wrath and (G)make me (C)pure.

Not the (C)la bor of my hands can ful fill the (G)law’s de (C)mands.

Could my (G)sin no res pite (C)know, could my (G)tears for ev er (C)flow, all for sin could not a tone.

Thou must save and (G)Thou a (C)pure.

Not the (C)lone.

Noth ing in my hand I bring; sim ply to the (G)cross I (C)cling.

Na ked, (G)come to Thee for (C)dress; help less, (G)look to Thee for (C)grace.

Foul, I to the foun tain fly.

Wash me, Sav ior, (G)or I (C)die.

Foul, I to the foun tain fly.

Wash me, Sav ior, (G)or I die.

While I draw this fleet ing breath, when my eyes shall (G)close in (C)death, when I (G)soar to worlds un (C)known, see Thee (G)on Thy judg ment (C)throne; Rock of Ag es, (F)cleft for (C)me, let me hide my (G)self in (C)Thee.

Rock of Ag es, (F)cleft for (C)me, let me hide my (G)self in (C)Thee.

Let me (Am7)hide my (G)self in Thee.