Oh, safe to the Rock that is higher than !, 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.
Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I'm hiding in Thee.
2. In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour, In times when temptation casts o'er me its power; In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest " Rock of Ages," I'm hiding in Thee.
3. 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.