Saturday, January 7, 2012

Rock of Ages

My thoughts keep turning to the old hymn, Rock of Ages. I am not sure why; we haven't sung it in church recently or anything. But, there it is, in my head.

The words remind us that we can't be perfect on our own and we shouldn't expect to be. It is God who cleanses us and makes us whole.

Here is the text: 

Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me

 Augustus M. Toplady, 1740-1778 

 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. 

Have a blessed day!

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