The Rifted Rock

In the rift­ed rock I’m rest­ing

Safe and sure from all al­arm;

Storms and bil­lows have unit­ed

All in vain to do me harm;

In the rift­ed rock I’m rest­ing

Surf is dash­ing at my feet

Storm clouds dark are o’er me ho­ver­ing

Yet my rest is all com­plete.

In the rifte­d rock I’m rest­ing

Sure and safe from all alarm;

Storms and bil­lows have unit­ed

All in vain to do me harm.

Many stor­my seas I’ve tra­versed

Endless gale and squall have known

Have been driv­en with­out an­chor

On the bar­ren shores

and lone;

Yet I now have found a hav­en

Never moved by tem­pest shock

Where my soul is safe for­ev­er

In the bless­èd rift­ed rock.