The Clefted Side

In that dread and aw­ful day

When life’s glo­ries fade away

And the wound­ed

way­worn soul

Spurns all bounds

and breaks con­trol;

Hide me

Son of Ma­ry

hide

In Thy cleft­ed

riv­en side.

When the mount­ains reel and sway

When the stars shall dark­ling stray

When old Ocean’s rug­ged roar

Beats each rock bound coast no more;

Then

O Son of Ma­ry

hide—

Hide me in Thy cleft­ed side!

When the Babe of Beth­le­hem

Builds the new Je­ru­sa­lem

When all Heav’n

and earth and hell

Shall con­fess that all is well

Then

Thou Son of Ma­ry

hide—

Hide me in Thy riv­en side.