Thou Art My Rock


Thou art my Rock in the wide desert land,
Sheltered by Thee here in safety I stand;
What tho’ the storms and the tempests may beat,
What tho’ the sun pour its fierce noontide heat:
Sheltered by Thee, sheltered by Thee,
Here in the shadow from danger I’m free.Once I was wand’ring exposed to the storm,
Refuge there was none to shield me from harm;
Then ’twas I found in the broad desert way
Christ as my Rock and with gladness could say:Come to the Rock so majestic and grand;
Here in its shelter a million may stand;
Each one may feel that his hope here is sure,
Each one may say in his safety secure: