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From the recording BE STILL

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 Rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide my self 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 demands; 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 saviour, 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 judgement throne, rock of ages cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.