The Sheltering Rock (Penn)

There is a rock in a wea­ry land

Its sha­dow falls on the burn­ing sand

Inviting pil­grims as they pass

To seek a shade in the wil­de­rness.

Then why will ye die? O why will ye die?

When the shel­ter­ing rock is so near by

O why will ye die?

There is a well in a des­ert plain

Its wa­ters call with en­treat­ing strain

Ho

ev­ery thirst­ing

sin sick soul

Come

free­ly drink

and thou shalt be whole.

Then why will ye die? O why will ye die?

When the liv­ing well is so near by

O why will ye die?

A great fold stands with its por­tals wide

The sheep astray on the mount­ain side;

The shep­herd climbs o’er mount­ains steep;

He’s search­ing now for His wan­der­ing sheep.

Then why will ye die? O why will ye die?

When the she­pherd’s fold is so near by

O why will ye die?

There is a cross where the Sav­ior died;

His blood flowed out in a crim­son tide

A sac­ri­fice for sins of men

And free to all who will en­ter in.

Then why will ye die? O why will ye die?

When the crim­son cross is so near by

O why will ye die?