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!
