The Cleft Of The Rock

by Samuel E. Good

There's a cleft in the Rock of Ages,
Where my soul may safely hide
While the storms of life are raging
And the billows roll o'er the tide.

There is peace for the soul that hideth
In the Rock that is higher than I,
For the soul that only confideth
And the cleft of the Rock will try.

Oh, soul, thou who now art weary,
To the Rock do come for rest,
Come to Him who only can cheer thee,
To the dear loving Saviour's breast.

Refrain

Oh, the cleft of the Rock,
Where my soul may hide,
While the storms of life are raging,
And the billows roll o'er the tide.