And rough seems the path to the goal
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I
O then to the Rock let my fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I!
O sometimes how long seems the day
And sometimes how weary my feet;
But toiling in life's dusty way,
The Rock's blessed shadow, how sweet!
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I
O then to the Rock let my fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I!
O near to the Rock let me keep,
If blessings or sorrows prevail;
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.
O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I
O then to the Rock let my fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I!
Dan, did you write this song?
ReplyDeleteI really like this....
"O sometimes how long seems the day
And sometimes how weary my feet;
But toiling in life's dusty way,
The Rock's blessed shadow, how sweet!"
I wish, its a hymn written by either E. Johnson or William G. Fischer (one wrote it, the other wrote the music). Its in an old hymn book I have. I was reading through it after all that happened last week and thought it was really appropriate.
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