Honey Out of the Rock

Out in the de­sert of sin Je­sus found me

Lost in the depths of a sin­ner’s des­pair;

Gently thro’ paths of for­give­ness He led me

Spreading a feast in the wil­der­ness rare.

With ho­ney from the rock He is feed­ing His peo­ple

Honey from the rock

ho­ney from the rock;

With ho­ney from the rock He is feed­ing His peo­ple

Sweet are the gifts of God.

Now from the rich­es of grace He’s be­stow­ing

Wonderful bless­ings my joy to com­plete;

Feeding my soul ev­ery day with His boun­ty—

Honey and milk

and the best of the wheat.

No one can tell all the joy of re­demp­tion;

No one des­cribe half the bless­ings in store;

No one can mea­sure the bliss of pos­sess­ing

Knowledge of par­don

and peace ev­er­more.

Come

sin­ner

come

there’s a wide in­vi­ta­tion;

Come with your sin-bur­dened

hun­ger­ing heart;

Think of the joy that is pro­mised the faith­ful—

In all this bless­ed­ness you have a part.