MY ROCK by The Rev. Dwight Williams

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 23, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 50.

MY ROCK.

By The Rev. Dwight Williams

BY THE REV. DWIGHT WILLIAMS.

“He is my Rock,” Whereon I stand secure, From which, once smitten, flows a fountain pure, Where, storm caught in the way, I turn to hide Among the rifts, while tempests sweep outside; And here I build where floods are all in vain; The surges roll, but house and rock remain; ’Neath vine and palm I sing my thankful psalm.

“He is my Rock,” And in the height thereof I have the mastery; I stand above, And hold with ease the key of my defense Behind the breastwork of Omnipotence; My weapons gather swiftness as they fall To head my foes if they would scale the wall; Safe only where I stand in instant prayer.

“He is my Rock,” Above the damp miasm, And lifted far above the danger chasm, The vital wafture of the upper air Seems like the breath of heaven, and like a stair The vista opens upward, till I see By faith the “Rock of Ages,” where for me, In love confessed, Shall be my home and rest.

—Christian Advocate.