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.
2. I'll hide me in this refuge strong, From every stormy blast ; And sit and sing until the waves Of wrath are overpast.
3. Ye comfortless and tempest-tost, By sins and woes opprest : Ye tempted, troubled, ruined, lost, Come find in Christ your rest !
4. Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock Life's crystal water spring ; There hide from every stormy shock, And rest, and drink, and sing !