I Am Clinging to the Rock

I am cling­ing to the Rock

Blessèd sav­ing Rock

While the ang­ry storms may o’er me roll;

I am shel­tered ’neath the cleft

From the tem­pest’s shock

Blessèd re­fuge to my wea­ry soul.

I am cling­ing

ev­er cling­ing

I am cling­ing to the Rock;

Blessèd re­fuge

thou art dear to me;

I am cling­ing

ev­er cling­ing

I am cling­ing to the Rock

Blessèd Sav­ior

I will cling to Thee.

I am cling­ing to the Rock

Blessèd rock of faith

There I see my Sav­ior’s lov­ing form;

I am look­ing un­to Him

While my fleet­ing breath

Waits His prais­es thro’ the pierc­ing storm.

I am cling­ing to the Rock

Blessèd rock of hope

Keeping near the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing side;

I am an­chored to the Rock

That was cleft for me

Near the fount­ain of the crim­son tide.

I am cling­ing to the Rock

Blessèd rock of love

Let me

Lord upon Thy bo­som rest;

I am wait­ing for the time

To be called ab­ove

With the ran­somed there for­ev­er blest.