Let me rest, let me rest,
When I feel the tempest shock
Thrill my breast, thrill my breast ;
All in vain the storm shall sweep,
While I hide, while I hide,
And my tranquil station keep,
By Thy side.
O my Saviour, blessed Rock !
Let me hide, let me hide ;
And for ever in Thy cleft
Safe abide.
Till the storms of life are past,
With their cold and chilly blast,
And I'm anchored safe at last,
By Thy side !
2 On the parched and desert way,
Where I tread, where I tread,
With the scorching noontide ray
O'er my head, o'er my head ;
Let me find a welcome shade,
Cool and still, cool and still,
And my weary steps be stayed,
While I will.
3 I in peace will rest me there
Till I see, till I see
That the skies again are fair
Over me, over me ;
That the burning heat is past,
And the day, and the day
Bids the traveller go at last
On his way.