Hymn 347 - The Rock That Is Higher than I

O sometimes the shadows are deep,

And rough seems the path to the goal,

And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep

Like tempests down over the soul!

O sometimes how long seems the day,

And sometimes how weary my feet;

But toiling in life’s dusty way,

The Rock’s blessed shadow, how sweet!

O near to the Rock let me keep,

If blessings or sorrows prevail,

Or climbing the mountain way steep,

Or walking the shadowy vale.

REFRAIN

O then to the Rock let me fly,

To the Rock that is higher than I;

O then to the Rock let me fly,

To the Rock that is higher than I!