Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands
Could my zeal no respite know
Could my tears for ever flow?
All for sin could not atone
Thou must save and thou alone

Nothing in my hand I bring
Simply to Thy cross I cling
Naked, come to Thee for dress
Helpless look to Thee for grace
Foul, I to the fountain fly
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

While I draw this fleeting breath
When mine eyelids 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!