First Line: My soul at last a rest hath found,

My soul at last a rest hath found,
A rest that will not fail ;
A sure and certain anchorage ground
In Christ within the vail.

O Rock . . of Ages, cleft for me,
In Thee . . my soul securely hide !
My tower of strength, I fly to Thee,
And safely there abide.

2 I'll hide me in this refuge strong,
From every stormy blast ;
And sit and sing until the waves
Of wrath are overpast.

3 Ye comfortless and tempest-tost,
By sins and woes opprest :
Ye tempted, troubled, ruined, lost,
Come find in Christ your rest !

4 Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock
Life's crystal water spring ;
There hide from every stormy shock,
And rest, and drink, and sing !