Scripture Verse

The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer. Psalm 18:2


Horace L. Hastings (1831–1899)

Words: Hor­ace L. Hast­ings, in Win­nowed Songs, by Ira D. San­key (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1890), num­ber 41.

Music: Tar­tu Hu­bert P. Main, 1890 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Hubert P. Main (1839–1925)


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.


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.


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


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