The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley

Rock of Israel, cleft for me,
For us, for all mankind;
See, Thy feeblest followers see,
Who call Thy death to mind:
Sion is the weary land;
Us beneath Thy shade receive,
Grant us in the cleft to stand,
And by Thy death to live.

In this howling wilderness,
On Calvary's steep top,
Made a curse our souls to bless,
Thou once wast lifted up;
Stricken there by Moses' rod,
Wounded with a deadly blow,
Gushing streams of life o'erflow'd
The thirsty world below.

Rivers of salvation still
Along the desert roll,
Rivers to refresh and heal
The fainting sin-sick soul;
Still the fountain of Thy blood
Stands for sinners open'd wide;
Now, even now, my Lord and God,
I wash me in Thy side.

Now, even now, we all plunge in,
And drink the purple wave;
This the antidote of sin,
'Tis this our souls shall save:

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With the life of Jesus fed,
Lo! from strength to strength we rise,
Follow'd by our Rock, and led
To meet Him in the skies.

University of Virginia Library

HYMN XXVII.

[Rock of Israel, cleft for me]