I have a sure and safe retreat
To which I always flee,
From every storm of life I meet-
‘Tis Christ the Rock for me.

Within the Rock I safely hide,
A glorious place for me;
There’s naught more sure that can abide
Through time or eternity.

Though tempests rage and wild winds blow,
Whom can I trust but Thee?
I feel secure from every foe
In Christ, the Rock for me.

Come stormy wind and rolling sea,
Come fire and tempest shock,
I’m in that cleft once made for me
In Christ the solid Rock.

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