In the Rifted Rock I'm resting, Sure and safe from all alarm ; Storms and billows have united, All in vain, to do me harm ; In the Rifted Rock I'm resting, Surf is dashing at my feet, Storm-clouds dark are o'er me hovering. Yet my rest is all complete.
In the Rifted Rock I'm resting, Sure and safe from all alarm : Storms and billows have united, All in vain, to do me harm.
2. Many a stormy sea I've traversed, Many a tempest-shock have known ; Have been driven, without anchor, On the barren shore and lone. Yet I now have found a haven, Never moved by tempest shock, Where my soul is safe for ever, In the blessed Rifted Rock.