My soul at last a rest hath found,
A rest that will not fail;
A sure and certain anchorage ground
In Christ within the vail.
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.
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.
Ye comfortless and tempest-tost,
By sins and woes opprest:
Ye tempted, troubled, ruined, lost,
Come find in Christ your rest!
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.
Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock
Life's crystal water spring;
There hide from every stormy shock,
And rest, and drink, and sing!
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.