1. In Seasons of Grief to My God, I'll Repair
When my heart is o'er-whelmed with sorrow and care;
From the ends of the earth unto thee will I cry,
"Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I."
2. When Satan, my foe, shall come in like a flood,
To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good,
I'll pray to the Savior who kindly did die,
"Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!"
3. And when I have ended my pilgrimage here,
In Jesus' pure righteousness let me appear;
From the swellings of Jordan to thee will I cry,
"Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!" |
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