1 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 very land;
Us beneath thy shade receive,
Grant us in the cleft to stand,
And by thy dying live.
2 In this howling wilderness,
On Calvary's steep top,
Made a curse our souls to bless
Thou once was't lifted up;
Stricken there by Moses's rod,
Wounded with a deadly blow;
Gushing streams of life o'erflow'd
The thirsty world below.
3 Rivers of salvation still
along the desert roll,
Rivers to refresh and heal
The fainting sinking soul;
Still the fountain of thy blood,
Stands for sinners open'd wide,
Now, e'e now, my Lord, and God,
I wash me in thy side.
4 Now, e'e now we all plunge in,
And drink the purple wave,
This the antidote of sin,
'Tis this our souls shall save:
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.
Source: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors #CCXXIV