My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly ;
So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be ;
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I'm hiding in Thee.
Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I'm hiding in Thee.
2 In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour,
In times when temptation casts o'er me its power;
In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
Thou blest Rock of Ages, I'm hiding in Thee.
3 How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe ;
How often when trials like sea-billows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.