Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All could never sin erase,
Thou must save, and save by grace.
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, Savior, or I die.
When mine eyes shall 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.
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Mbarara, Uganda
I am so thankful to you ooh Lord my God , for sure your my rock which is bigger than me nd im hiding in there .. thank u for being my refuge, I and my husband we are grateful for ur shelter 💓 💗
Lusaka, Zambia
Rock of ages. Let me hide myself in thee
Ghana
This song was so much interesting.
Lagos, Nigeria
Thank you for this song
I enjoyed it and I will play it on my keyboard.
Srikakulam, Andhra Pradesh, India
Thank You Lord Jesus Christ for being my Rock of shelter. Whole of last year, when I was in perils , it was You who held my hand and led me through the year. You are my refuge and strength. Thank You Lord for giving me this day, so I couldn't stop saying How great thou art.
Cary, NC, United States
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that your blood is our double cure. It saves us from sin’s guilt and from it’s power. What deep thoughts are contained in the words of this hymn!
Jimets, Yola, Nigeria
Thank you my Lord for being my rock, last year and this year. Thanks for allowing us to hide our worried doubtful scared teary faces in you when we were in fear. For other people oh Lord, let me be a pathway to finding your refuge
Lord I thank you for being there for me and my family, I am grateful for the salvation of our souls, thank's for being our hiding place in Jesus.
Ho, Kpevele, Ghana
Very comforting song, to soothen hearts in time of sorrow
Kitwe, Copperbelt Province, Zambia
I bring nothing in my hands Lord,
Simply to Thy cross I cling for marcy
I am Naked, I've come to Thee for dress, I am Helpless, and look to Thee for grace.
Wash me, Savior, or I die.