Thou Art My Rock

Thou art my rock in the wide des­ert land

Sheltered by Thee here in safe­ty I stand;

What tho’ the storms and the tem­pests may beat

What tho’ the sun pour its fierce noon­tide heat:

Sheltered by Thee

shel­tered by Thee

Here in the sha­dow from dan­ger I’m free.

Once I was wan­d’ring ex­posed to the storm

Refuge there was none to shield me from harm;

Then ’twas I found in the broad des­ert way

Christ as my rock and with glad­ness could say:

Come to the rock so ma­jes­tic and grand;

Here in its shel­ter a mill­ion may stand;

Each one may feel that his hope here is sure

Each one may say in his safe­ty se­cure: