When overwhelmed with doubts and fears,
Great God, do Thou my spirit cheer;
Let not my eyes with tears be fed,
But to the Rock of Ages led.
When storms of sin and sorrow beat,
Lead me to this divine retreat:
Thy perfect righteousness and blood,
My Rock, my Fortress and my God.
When guilt lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of fierce temptation roll,
I'll to the Rock for shelter flee,
And take my refuge, Lord, in Thee.
When called the vale of death to tread,
Then to this Rock may I be led;
Nor fear to cross the gloomy sea,
Since Thou hast tasted death for me.
-- Thomas Ken (1637-1711)
Friday, December 18, 2009
In my mind tonight, I hear Aunt Essie singing this: