Rock of Ages! hid in Thee,
I am now from judgment free;
Thou hast borne the cross and shame;
Thine the judgment, mine the blame;
Rock of Ages; hid in Thee,
Judgment hath no fears for me.
Chosen in the Well-beloved,
Whose perfections God hath proved;
What although the tempests roar,
Sounding billows lash the shore;
All God’s billows, all His waves,
Surged against the Rock that saves.
Lo! the earthquake’s fearful shock,
Heaves the ground and rends the rock:
Rock-built towers and cities fall,
Death and ruin threaten all!
Though man’s hopes prove sinking sands,
Firm the Rock of Ages stands!
Persecution’s fires blaze high,
Saints must faithless be or die;
Men and Satan, in their wrath,
Seek to sweep them from their path:
But, when conies seek the rock,
Vain the wicked rage or mock.
Blest are they who, lost, undone,
Rest by faith on God’s dear Son;
Blest who take, through precious blood,
Refuge in the Eternal God;
They, by truth, are thus made free,
Rock of Ages! hid in Thee.