The Clefted Rock Nancy Byers, pub.1893 copyright status is Public Domain Subject: Refuge Scripture: Luke 6:47-48 Santa Fe [.xml] Andrew L. Byers, pub.1893 copyright status is Public Domain Key: E Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	In the clefted Rock I hide, Savior, let me here abide; Sheltered from each stormy gale, All secure within the vale. Refrain: Blessed Rock, on Thee I build, Ever be my sun and shield; Help me labor, watch, and pray, Ready for the crowning day. Tempest-tossed I came to Thee, Precious shelter made for me; Cleansed and purified from sin, Thou didst freely take me in. When the surging billows roll, There’s a calm within my soul; While my trust in Thee is stayed, I shall never be afraid. Rock of safety—blest abode, Hid away with Christ in God; Nothing can I want beside, For my soul is satisfied. When this earthly house shall fall, And my days are numbered all, Then my house not made with hands, Evermore in glory stands. Then, dear Jesus, keep me hid, That I e’er be found amid Choicest jewels of Thy care, When in glory I appear.

The Clefted Rock

Nancy Byers, pub.1893

Subject: Refuge

Santa Fe [.xml]

Key: E

Meter: 7.7.7.7 D

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In the clefted Rock I hide,
Savior, let me here abide;
Sheltered from each stormy gale,
All secure within the vale.
- Refrain:
  Blessed Rock, on Thee I build,
  Ever be my sun and shield;
  Help me labor, watch, and pray,
  Ready for the crowning day.
Tempest-tossed I came to Thee,
Precious shelter made for me;
Cleansed and purified from sin,
Thou didst freely take me in.
When the surging billows roll,
There’s a calm within my soul;
While my trust in Thee is stayed,
I shall never be afraid.
Rock of safety—blest abode,
Hid away with Christ in God;
Nothing can I want beside,
For my soul is satisfied.
When this earthly house shall fall,
And my days are numbered all,
Then my house not made with hands,
Evermore in glory stands.
Then, dear Jesus, keep me hid,
That I e’er be found amid
Choicest jewels of Thy care,
When in glory I appear.