Rock of Ages. (515)

Rock of ages, cleft for me! 
Let me hide myself in thee: 
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.

2 Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne—­
Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

     Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.

Cho.—­Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
      Let me hide myself in thee,
      Let me hide myself in thee.

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The Litany. (513)

By thy birth, and by thy tears;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter’s power—­
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

2 By the tenderness that wept
O’er the grave where Laz’rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow’d
Over Salem’s lost abode—­
Savior, look with thy pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,—­
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

4 By thy triumph o’er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,—­
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

     Sir Robert Grant, 1815.

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Glorying in the Cross. (979)

In the cross of Christ I glory,
  Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
  Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o’ertake me,
  Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
  Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
  Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
  Adds more luster to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure
  By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
  Joys that through all time abide.

     Sir John Bowring, 1825.

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Looking to the Cross. (980)

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
  Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
  From the sinner’s dying Friend!

2 Here I’ll sit, forever viewing
  Mercy’s streams in streams of blood: 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
  Plead, and claim my peace, with God.