Blessèd Rock

’Mid the wild and fear­ful blast

I have reached the Rock at last;

Helpless

weak and sore dis­mayed

To the cross I’ll cling for aid.

Blessèd Rock

whose love di­vine

Fills with joy this heart of mine;

Cross of Him who died for me

Evermore I’ll cling to Thee.

Wrecked by sin

by tem­pest tossed

Compass

chart and an­chor lost;

He whose pow­er alone can save

Lulls the wind and stills the wave.

Rock

that hides my trem­bling soul

From the storms that dark­ly roll;

While be­neath the surg­es dash

Thunders roar

and light­nings flash.

When be­yond the vale of night

I shall soar to realms of light;

When mine eyes be­hold the King

Heart and soul and tongue shall sing.