My only hope
Rock of Ages, cleft for 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;
save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law's commands;
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 the cross I cling;
naked, come to thee for dress;
helpless, look to thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when I soar to worlds unknown,
see thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.
Words: Augustus Toplady, 1776. Music: Thomas Hastings, 1830.
2 comments:
Yes and,
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
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When darkness hides His lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace. In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the whelming flood. When all around my soul gives way, He is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, oh may I then in Him be found. Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.
*On Christ the solid Rock I stand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
Amen.
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