The Lord is the Rock eternal. Isaiah 26:4
Mighty Rock, whose towering form
Looks above the frowning storm,
Rock amid the desert waste,
To Thy shadow now I haste.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Let me drink and quench my thirst;
Weary, fainting, toil-oppressed,
In Thy shadow let me rest.
When I near the stream of death,
When I feel its chilly breath,
Rock where all my hopes abide,
In Thy shadow let me hide.