It was written by English born, Irish educated Calvanist Anglican clergyman and hymn-writer Augustus Toplady (1740–1778) in 1763, and first published in The Gospel Magazine in 1775. Local tradition is that Toplady wrote the hymn after seeking shelter from a thunderstorm under a large rock at Burrington Combe, close to Blagdon. However most historians do not agree with this.
With meter 7.7.7.7.7.7, tunes it is set to include:
Congregation (perhaps with choir) and organ, tune REDHEAD 76:
Unaccompanied choir, professional recording:
Lead singers and backing band - keyboard and guitar:
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 labours of my hands
can fulfil 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.
With meter 7.7.7.7.7.7, tunes it is set to include:
- TOPLADY (Hastings) by Thomas Hastings (1830)
- REDHEAD NO. 76 by Richard Redhead (1853)
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Examples
Congregation (perhaps with choir) and organ, tune REDHEAD 76:
Unaccompanied choir, professional recording:
Lead singers and backing band - keyboard and guitar:
Lyrics
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 labours of my hands
can fulfil 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.
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