Cleft For Me

by Fanny Crosby

Mighty Rock, whose tow'ring form
Looks above the frowning storm,
Rock amid the desert waste,
To Thy shadow now I haste.

Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Let me drink and quench my thirst;
Weary, fainting, toil-oppressed,
In Thy shadow let me rest.

Mighty Rock, the pilgrim's home,
Refuge from the billow's foam,
Rock, by countless millions blest,
In thy shadow let me rest.

When I near the stream of death,
When I feel its chilly breath,
Rock where all my hopes abide,
In Thy shadow let me hide.

Refrain

Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee."