In the Clefts of the Rock

In the clefts of the rock

I delight to be.

In the covert of the precipice

You would find me.

Lord

conform me now

Daily to Your death.

Let me see Your countenance

I am a dove

In the clefts of the rock.

My Beloved responds:

Rise up my love

My beauty and come away;

The rain is gone.

The winter is past

The time of singing has come.

Rise up and come away

You are my dove

In the clefts of the rock.

It’s just so difficult

In these clefts to remain.

Naught but Your resurrection power

Could me sustain.

Now to Your call I respond

From introspection to come.

Now and always

my Beloved

I’d be Your dove

In the clefts of the Rock.