Mighty Rock, whose tow­er­ing form
Looks above the frown­ing storm,
Rock amid the de­sert waste,
To Thy sha­dow now I haste.

Refrain

Unto Thee, un­to Thee,
Precious Sav­ior, now I flee;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide my­self in Thee.

Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Let me drink and quench my thirst;
Weary, faint­ing, toil-op­pressed,
In Thy sha­dow let me rest.

Refrain

When I near the stream of death,
When I feel its chil­ly breath,
Rock where all my hopes abide,
In Thy sha­dow let me hide.

Refrain