The Shadow of a Great Rock in a Weary Land

Verse 1

Now to the haven of thy breast, O Son of man, I fly; Be thou my refuge and my rest, For oh! the storm is high.

Verse 2

Protect me from the furious blast; My shield and shelter be; Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see.

Verse 3

As welcome as the water-spring Is to a barren place, Jesus, descend on me, and bring Thy sweet, refreshing grace.

Verse 4

As o'er a parched and weary land A rock extends its shade, So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, And screen my naked head.

Verse 5

How swift to save me didst thou move In every trying hour! O still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy power.