LEAD ME TO THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER THAN I.
“Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I;”
In its shelter I’ll hide while the storm passes by.
I’ll yield like the flow’ret that bends to the gale,
And bows without breaking, when tempests assail;
Then rising anew when the storm is o’erpast,
Adore Him who sends both the calm and the blast.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I;
In its shelter I’ll hide, while the storm passes by. Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I,
When the glare of the noontide is fierce in the sky,
When faint from the burden and heat of the day,
Oh! lend me thy screen from the sun’s scorching ray;
Within thy cool shadow my altar I’ll raise,
And send up the incense of prayer and of praise.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I;
In its shelter I’ll hide, while the storm passes by. Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
When my path through the desert is scorching and dry;
My spirit will find her deep cravings supplied
In the streams of salvation that flow from thy side;
I’ll bathe where thy waters refreshingly stray,
And then with rejoicing go forth on my way.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I,
In its shelter I’ll hide while the storm passes by. O keep me, kind Father, in faith by thy side,
In thy secret pavilion I fain would abide.
My covert from danger, my screen from the heat,
My spirit’s refreshment, my one sure retreat.
O strong Rock of Ages, my frailty sustain;
Though mountains should crumble, thou still shalt remain.
My anchor thus rooted and grounded in love,
No fierce earth-born tempest can ever remove.