Songs

Oh, safe to the Rock that is higher than I

		
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			11.S.

1	Oh, 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.

				W.O. Cushing