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