THE ROCK OF AGES

We do not stand on shifting sand

And fear the storm that rages,

But calm and sure we stand secure

Upon the ROCK OF AGES.

That ROCK unmoved has ever proved

The stronghold of salvation;

Nor all the fell designs of hell

Can shake its true foundation.

Water and blood, a precious flood

Flowed when that ROCK was smitten;

And by the flow believers know

Their names in heaven are written.

That ROCK is Christ whom Judas priced

At thirty silver pieces,

Now heaven and earth resound His birth

With praise that never ceases.

F. W. Pitt