1 My soul at last a rest hath found,
A rest that will not fail;
A sure and certain anch’rage ground
In Christ within the vail.

Chorus:
O Rock of Ages cleft for me,
In Thee my soul securely hide;
My tow’r of strength, I fly to Thee,
And safely there abide.

2 I’ll hide me in this refuge strong,
From every stormy blast;
And sit and sing until the waves
Of wrath are overpast. [Chorus]

3 Ye comfortless and tempest tost,
By sins and woes opprest;
Ye tempted, troubled, ruined, lost,
Come find in Christ your rest. [Chorus]

4 Ye thirsty, from this smitten Rock,
Life’s crystal waters spring;
There hide from every stormy shock,
And rest, and drink, and sing. [Chorus]