Let the water and the blood, from Thy riven side which flowed,
be of sin the double sure, cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labors of my hand can fulfill Thy law's demand;
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 Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress; helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to Thy Fountain fly; wash me Savior or I die.
Rock of Ages by Augustus M. Toplady, 1776