If Life’s Pleasures Charm Thee

If life’s plea­sures charm thee

Give them not thy heart.

Lest the gift en­snare thee

From thy God to part;

His fa­vor seek

His prais­es speak—

Fix here thy hope’s sal­va­tion;

Serve Him

and He will ev­er be

The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

If dis­tress be­fall thee

Painful though it be

Let not grief ap­pall thee—

To your Sav­ior flee;

He ever near

thy pray­er will hear

And calm your per­tur­ba­tion;

The waves of woe shall ne’er o’er­flow

The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

When earth’s pros­pects fail thee

Let it not dis­tress;

Better com­forts wait thee—

Christ will sure­ly bless;

To Je­sus flee—thy prop He’ll be

Thy heav’n­ly con­so­la­tion;

For griefs be­low can­not o’er­throw

The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

Dangers may ap­proach thee;

Let them not alarm;

Christ will ev­er watch thee

And pro­tect from harm;

He near thee stands

with migh­ty hands

To ward off each temp­ta­tion;

To Je­sus fly; He’s ev­er nigh

The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

Let not death alarm thee

Shrink not from his blow;

For thy God shall arm thee

And vic­t’ry be­stow

For death shall bring to thee no sting

The grave no de­so­la­tion;

’Tis sweet to die with Je­sus nigh

The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.