Wast Thou Smitten

Wast thou smitten, wast thou smitten,
O thou dear Christ-Rock, for me?
That my thirst for living waters
Might be quenched by grace so free?

Thou wast smitten, thou was smitten,
O thou dear Christ-rock for me;
By that flow my heart is cleansed,
By thy stripes my soul is free.

Wast thou smitten, in earth’s desert,
In this wilderness of sin,
That to faith’s bright land of promise
We might live to enter in? [Chorus]

Wast thou smitten, when we murmured
At the goodness of our God?
Was it for our disobedience
Thou didst feel his chastening rod? [Chorus]