The Shadow of the Rock (Thomson)

In a wea­ry land I wan­der

And with fal­ter­ing steps I walk;

But I soon shall rest up yon­der

In the sha­dow of the Rock.

In the sha­dow of the Rock

In the sha­dow of the Rock

I will soon be rest­ing yon­der

In the sha­dow of the Rock.

Here my toils are una­bat­ing

And rude cares about me mock;

But my rest is yon­der wait­ing

In the sha­dow of the Rock.

In these pas­tures fair and ver­nal

With my Shep­herd’s chos­en flock

I shall feast on joys eter­nal

In the shad­ow of the Rock.

By these wa­ters gent­ly flow­ing

I shall fear no tem­pest’s shock

And no want or grief be know­ing

In the sha­dow of the Rock.

So with p­atient faith I’ll wan­der

And with lov­ing trust will walk

For I’ll soon be rest­ing yon­der

In the sha­dow of the Rock.