Scripture Verse

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


Horace L. Hastings

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


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.