THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK.
By Sunday Afternoon
A hiding place from the wind and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place; as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. Isa. 22:2. In the shadow of the Rock
Let me rest,
When I feel the tempest’s shock
Thrill my breast;
All in vain the storm shall sweep,
While I hide,
And my tranquil station keep
By thy side. On the parched and desert way
Where I tread,
With the scorching noontide ray
O’er my head;
Let me find a welcome shade,
Cool and still,
And my weary steps be stayed
While I will. I in peace will rest me there
Till I see
That the skies again are fair
Over me;
That the burning heats are past,
And the day
Bids the traveler at last
Go his way. Then my pilgrim staff I’ll take,
And once more
I’ll my onward journey make
As before;
And with joyous heart and strong
I will raise
Unto thee, O Rock, a song
Glad with praise.