As a Tree Beside the Water

As a tree be­side the wa­ter

Has the Sav­ior plant­ed me;

All my fruit shall be in sea­son

I shall live eter­nal­ly.

I shall not be moved

I shall not be moved

Anchored to the Rock of Ag­es

I shall not be moved.

Though the tem­pest rage around me

Through the storm my Lord I see

Pointing up­ward to that hav­en

Where my loved ones wait for me.

When by grief my heart is brok­en

And the sun­shine steals away

Then His grace

in mer­cy giv­en

Changes dark­ness in­to day.

When at last I stand be­fore Him

Oh

what joy it will af­ford

Just to see the sin­ner ran­somed

And be­hold my sov­er­eign Lord.