The Sure Foundation (O’Kane)

There stands a rock on shores of time

That rears to Heav­en its head sub­lime.

That rock is cleft

and they are blest

Who find with­in this cleft a rest.

Some build their hopes on the ev­er drift­ing sand

Some on their fame

or their trea­sure

or their land;

Mine’s on a rock that for­ev­er will stand

Jesus

the “Rock of Ag­es.”

That rock’s a cross

its arms out­spread

Celestial glo­ry bathes its head;

To its firm base my all I bring

And to the Rock of Ag­es cling.

That rock’s a tow­er

whose lof­ty height

Illumed with Heav­en’s un­cloud­ed light

Opes wide its gate be­neath the dome

Where saints find rest with Christ at home.