O safe to the rock that is higher than I

O safe to the rock that is higher than I 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.

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour, In times when temptation casts o'er me its power; In the tempest 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 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.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee.