When thick­ly beat the storms of life,
And hea­vy is the chast­en­ing rod,
The soul, be­yond the waves of strife,
Views the eter­nal Rock—her God.

What hope dis­pels the spir­it’s gloom,
When sink­ing ’neath af­flict­ion’s shock?
Faith, through the vis­ta of the tomb,
Points to the ev­er­last­ing Rock.

Is there a man who can­not see
That joy and grief are from above?
O let him hum­bly bend the knee,
And own his Fa­ther’s chast­en­ing love.

Hope, grace, and truth, with gen­tle hand,
Shall lead a bleed­ing Sav­ior’s flock,
And show them, in the pro­mised land,
The shel­ter of th’eter­nal Rock.