Sure and safe from all alarm ;
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm ;
In the Rifted Rock I'm resting,
Surf is dashing at my feet,
Storm-clouds dark are o'er me hovering.
Yet my rest is all complete.
In the Rifted Rock I'm resting,
Sure and safe from all alarm :
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm.
2 Many a stormy sea I've traversed,
Many a tempest-shock have known ;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.