222.  To The Rock

1
O! sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, how often they sweep,
Like tempests, down over the soul!

Chorus
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I,
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I.

2
O! sometimes so long seems the day,
And sometimes so heavy my feet;
But, toiling in life’s dusty way,
The Rock’s blessed shadow how sweet!

3
O! near to the Rock let me keep,
Or blessings or sorrows prevail,
Or climbing the mountainway steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.