In the sha­dow of the Rock let me rest,
When I feel the tem­pest’s shock thrill my breast;
All in vain the storm shall sweep, while I hide,
And my tran­quil sta­tion keep by Thy side.

On the parched and de­sert way where I tread,
With the scorch­ing noon­tide ray o’er my head;
Let me find a wel­come shade, cool and still,
And my wea­ry steps be stayed while I will.

I in peace will rest me there till I see
That the skies again are fair ov­er me;
That the burn­ing heats are past, and the day
Bids the tra­vel­er at last go his way.

Then my pil­grim staff I’ll take, and once more
I’ll my on­ward jour­ney make, as be­fore;
And with joy­ous heart and strong I will raise
Unto Thee, O Rock! a song glad with praise.