If life’s plea­sures charm thee,
Give them not thy heart.
Lest the gift en­snare thee
From thy God to part;
His fa­vor seek, His prais­es speak—
Fix here thy hope’s sal­va­tion;
Serve Him, and He will ev­er be
The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

If dis­tress be­fall thee,
Painful though it be,
Let not grief ap­pall thee—
To your Sav­ior flee;
He ever near, thy pray­er will hear,
And calm your per­tur­ba­tion;
The waves of woe shall ne’er o’er­flow
The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

When earth’s pros­pects fail thee,
Let it not dis­tress;
Better com­forts wait thee—
Christ will sure­ly bless;
To Je­sus flee—thy prop He’ll be,
Thy heav’n­ly con­so­la­tion;
For griefs be­low can­not o’er­throw
The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

Dangers may ap­proach thee;
Let them not alarm;
Christ will ev­er watch thee,
And pro­tect from harm;
He near thee stands, with migh­ty hands,
To ward off each temp­ta­tion;
To Je­sus fly; He’s ev­er nigh,
The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.

Let not death alarm thee,
Shrink not from his blow;
For thy God shall arm thee,
And vic­t’ry be­stow,
For death shall bring to thee no sting,
The grave no de­so­la­tion;
’Tis sweet to die with Je­sus nigh,
The Rock of thy sal­va­tion.