Scripture Verse

The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. Psalm 18:2


Words & Mu­sic: Pe­ter P. Bil­horn, 1891 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Peter P. Bilhorn (1865–1936)


When wea­ry and faint­ing and rea­dy to die,
To the Rock in the de­sert for safe­ty I fly;
There, ’neath its cool shel­ter
From storms I would hide;
My soul is re­freshed
As in Him I abide.


O come all ye wea­ry, and bliss­ful­ly prove
That Christ is the Rock, and His sha­dow is love.

When thirs­ty and parched with the heat of the day,
To the Rock that was smit­ten I’ll haste me and say,
Give me a cool drink from Thy boun­ti­ful store,
And quick­ly and free­ly
The life wa­ters pour.


Though bil­lows of sor­row around me may roll,
And dan­gers of mid­night may trou­ble my soul,
I’ll haste to the Rock that is high­er than I,
And safe­ly I’ll rest
Till the night pass­eth by.