In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting,
Sure And Safe From All Alarm ;
Storms And Billows Have United,
All In Vain, To Do Me Harm ;
In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting,
Surf Is Dashing At My Feet,
Storm-Clouds Dark Are O’er Me Hovering.
Yet My Rest Is All Complete.

In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting,
Sure And Safe From All Alarm :
Storms And Billows Have United,
All In Vain, To Do Me Harm.

Many A Stormy Sea I’ve Traversed,
Many A Tempest-Shock Have Known ;
Have Been Driven, Without Anchor,
On The Barren Shore And Lone.
Yet I Now Have Found A Haven,
Never Moved By Tempest Shock,
Where My Soul Is Safe For Ever,
In The Blessed Rifted Rock.