Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee:
For the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flow’d,
Have-of sin the double cure
Cleans’d me from its guilt and pow’r.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill the 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 to bring,
Simply to Thy cross to cling,
Naked came I, Lord, for dress,
Helpless, looked to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fount did fly,
Thou hast washed me, brought me nigh.

While I draw this fleeting breath
Though my eyelids close in death
When I rise to worlds unknown
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee!

When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glorious sun,
When form off the mount of God
We review the path we’ve trod,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-how much I owe!

When I hear the wicked call,
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink
On the fiery deluge brink,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-How much I owe!

When I stand before the throne
Clothed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-How much I owe!

When the praise of heaven I hear
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harps’ melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then-How much I owe!

Blessed Saviour! Thee I love,
All my other joys above;
All my hopes in Thee abide-
Thou my Hope, and naught beside:
Ever let my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away-
Clouds they are that hide my day:
Hence, vain shadows! Let me see
Jesus crucified for me.

Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,
Thine to live, and Thine to die;
Height, or depth, or earthly power,
Ne’er shall hide my Saviour more;
Ever shall my glory be
Only, only, only Thee.

Children, can you tell me why
Jesus came to bleed and die?
He was happy high above,
Dwelling in His Father’s love,
Yet He left His joy and bliss,
For a wicked world like this.

Children, I will tell you why
Jesus left His home on high:
He is gracious, full of love,
Kind and gentle as a dove,
So He could not live alone,
Though He sat upon a throne.

We were all by sin undone,
Yet He loved us, every one;
So to earth He kindly came,
On the cross to bear our shame,
And to wash away our guilt
In the precious blood He spilt.

He who for our sins was slain,
Lives and dwells above again,
Where He’s waiting to receive
All who will His love believe:
This, dear children, this is why
Jesus came to bleed and die.

Far beyond the dark blue sea,
Many little children dwell,
In a land of misery,
Where no gentle voices tell
Those glad tidings which impart
Joy and comfort to the heart.

But they bend, from day to day,
To their gods, of wood and stone,
For the Gospel’s cheering ray
Has not made the Saviour known;
Few the beams of heavenly light
Shining in their dreadful night.

Children dear, if you have found
Pardon through the Saviour’s blood,
Seek to spread the joyful sound,
Seek to bring their souls to God;
Share those blessings rich and true,
Which He kindly gives to you.