The Rock That Is Higher Than I

Verse 1

Encompassed with clouds of distress, And tempted all hope to resign, I pant for the light of thy face, That I in thy beauty may shine. Disheartened with waiting so long, I sink at thy feet with my load; All plaintive I pour out my song, And stretch forth my hands unto God.

Verse 2

Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jesus for peace, The Rock that is higher than I. Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice; Thy presence is fair to behold; I thirst for thy Spirit, with cries And groanings that cannot be told.

Verse 3

If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, My hold of thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep. While harassed and cast from thy sight, The tempter suggests with a roar, “The Lord has forsaken thee quite; Thy God will be gracious no more.”

Verse 4

Yet, Lord, if thy love has designed No covenant blessing for me, Ah! tell me, how is it I find Some sweetness in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art, Thy grace is immortal and free; Lord, succour and comfort my heart, And make me live wholly to thee.