My soul at last a rest hath found,
A rest that will not fail;
A sure and cer­tain an­chor­age ground
In Christ with­in the veil.

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O Rock of Ag­es cleft for me,
In Thee my soul se­cure­ly hide;
My tow­er of strength, I fly to Thee,
And safe­ly there abide.

I’ll hide me in this re­fuge strong,
From ev­ery stor­my blast;
And sit and sing un­til the waves
Of wrath are ov­er­past.

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Ye com­fort­less and tem­pest tossed,
By sins and woes op­pressed;
Ye tempt­ed, trou­bled, ru­ined, lost,
Come find in Christ your rest.

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Ye thirs­ty, from this smit­ten Rock
Life’s crys­tal wa­ters spring;
There hide from ev­ery stor­my shock
And rest, and drink, and sing.

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