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.

 2  In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour,

    In times when temptation casts o'er me its power;

    In the tempest 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.