Words: William O. Cushing, 1876. Alt. Davide C. Marney, 2012
Music: Davide C. Marney, 2012
Oh safe to the Rock that is higher than I
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly.
So sinful, so weary, thine would I be
thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in thee.
Hiding in thee, Lord, hiding in thee,
O blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in thee.
In calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour,
in times when temptation cast o'er me its pow'r,
in tempests 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 flee to my refuge and breathe out my woe!
How often when trials like sea billlows roll,
have I hid in thee O thou Rock of my soul!