Rock of Ages, Let Our Song

Rock of Ag­es

let our song

Praise Thy sav­ing pow­er;

Thou

amidst the rag­ing foes

Wast our shel­ter­ing tow­er.

Furious they as­sailed us

But Thine arm av­ailed us

And Thy Word

Broke their sword

When our own strength failed us.

Kindling new the ho­ly lamps

Priests

ap­proved in suf­fer­ing

Purified the na­tion’s shrine

Brought to God their of­fer­ing.

And His courts sur­round­ing

Hear

in joy ab­ound­ing

Happy throngs

Singing songs

With a migh­ty sound­ing.

Children of the mar­tyr race

Whether free or fet­tered

Wake the ech­oes of the songs

Where ye may be scat­tered.

Yours the mes­sage cheer­ing

That the time is near­ing

Which will see

All men free

Tyrants dis­ap­pear­ing.