120. Hiding in Thee

1
O safe to the Rock that is higher than I,
 
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
 
So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be;
 
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.
 
Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
 
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.
2
In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour,
 
In times when temptation casts o’er me its power;
 
In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
 
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.
3
How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
 
I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe;
 
How often when trials like sea billows roll
 
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.
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