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