O SAFE TO THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER THAN I

O safe to the rock that is higher than I
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be;
Thou blest Rock of Ages I’m hiding in Thee.

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour,
In times when temptation casts o’er me its power;
In the tempest of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
Thou blest Rock of Ages I’m hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my refuge, and breathed out my woe;
How often, when trials like sea-billows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee O Thou rock of my soul.

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Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages I’m hiding in Thee.