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.