In the clefts of the rock

In the clefts of the rock I delight to be. In the covert of the precipice You would find me. Lord, conform me now, Daily to Your death. Let me see Your countenance, I am a dove, In the clefts of the rock.

My Beloved responds: Rise up my love, My beauty and come away; The rain is gone. The winter is past, The time of singing has come. Rise up and come away, You are my dove, In the clefts of the rock.

It’s just so difficult, In these clefts to remain. Naught but Your resurrection power Could me sustain. Now to Your call I respond, From introspection to come. Now and always, my Beloved, I’d be Your dove, In the clefts of the Rock.