The Precious Stone.

Written soon after the writer’s conversion.
ON the Rock of God’s salvation
Set secure by Love divine,
‘Till shall fail that sure Foundation,
Naught shall move this soul of mine;
Storms and tempests may alarm me,
Waves may rage and winds may roar,
But they ne’er can hurt or harm me,
Fright they may, but can no more.
Stone of Life! and Rock of Ages!
Now I’m firmly fix’d on Thee,
Freed from sin, and death, its wages,
And from Satan’s slavery,
Oh! that I no more may hearken
To the siren voice of sin;
Oh! that nothing e’er may darken
Or obscure my joy within.
Men may lay a false foundation,
And their confidence proclaim,
But, Thou Rock of my salvation,
I will boast in Thy blest Name;
Unto Thee I’ll offer praises,
Unto Thee my tribute bring,
Thou, of bliss, my only basis,
Tis of Thee alone I’ll sing.
T.