When the storm and the tempest are raging around me, Oh! where shall I flee to be safe from their shock? There are walls which no mortal hands built to surround me, A Refuge Eternal, -- 'Tis JESUS MY ROCK!
When my heart is all sorrow, and trials aggrieve me, To whom can I safely my secrets unlock?
No bosom (save one) has the power to relieve me,
The bosom which bled for me, JESUS MY ROCK!
When Life's gloomy curtain, at last, shall close o'er me, And the chill hand of death unexpectedly knock,
I will look up to HIM who hath felt it before me,
And cleave all the closer to JESUS MY ROCK!
Companions may smile, and the world may deride me,
And with the cold finger of ridicule mock;
But no trial, nor coldness, nor death shall divide me, From the Shelter of Ages! -- from JESUS MY ROCK!
O Thou! who on earth, in the days of thy sorrow,
Didst fold to thy bosom the Lambs of thy Flock,
Prevent me (though young) putting off till to-morrow, In fleeing for refuge to -- JESUS MY ROCK!
|The Land and the Book.|
Psalm ix.9, 10.
1 Cor. xv.55.
Psalm xxii.12, 13.
1 Pet. iv.12, 13.
1 Pet. i.8.
1 John i.7.
Sol. Song i.3.