The Higher Rock

Lead me to the rock that’s high­er

Than the rock poor self can show;

Lead me to its per­fect shel­ter

The strong tow­er from ev­ery foe.

In the high­er rock I’m trust­ing

Restful

peace­ful

saved and free

’Tis the test­ed rock of ag­es

Its dear sha­dow shel­ters me.

Yes

the high­er rock so tow­er­ing

Gives

amid life’s rud­est storms

Perfect re­fuge

sur­est safe­ty

Sweetest rest amid al­arms.

’Tis the high­er rock that gives me

Faith’s glad strength for ev­ery hour;

Oh to mea­sure all its glad­ness

All its pre­cious­ness of pow­er!

’Tis the high­er rock sus­tains me

Joyously from day to day;

Lifting heart

and soul

and spir­it

To the pur­er

ho­li­er way.

’Tis the high­er rock that saves me

’Tis the high­er rock I’ve found

Where abide the crown­ing grac­es—

Faith and hope and love ab­ound.

So will I sing prais­es to Thee—

For Thy won­drous pow­er to save;

Daily ’neath Thy sha­dow rest­ing

Till the vic­tor’s palm I wave.