Without a Saviour, the soul is at the mercy of the storms
That batter every heart and bring about wild alarms
Running into the deep recesses of the cleft in the mighty rock
Your life is safe from every fear and wave of earthquake shock.
The place of comfort and fortitude is easy to miss
It is narrow and deep and will keep you in it’s tryst
No evil there will hurt you or from your lover part
And refuge from the certian path of Satan’s deadly dart.
That fissure was made for you by one who holds you in his palm
Indeed it is his secret hiding place beyond the reach of harm
The furious winds that blow apace, the rain and hail that chide
Can never smash your weary bark on the wild and swelling tide.
Solid rock is below your feet, strong stratum hem you in above
Treasure to strengthen- is in the deepest part of the cove
Secure in the refuge you will forever be, and never lost in the fury
Of this world treacherous and deadly sea of trouble made continualy.
The rock stands firm and always will despite the blows
Of a stream of weather that against each weary sailor flows
Your bark will not survive the battering of the unstoppable tempest
And your craft sink and die in the briney waves of the wildness.
It stands there to rescue every weary mariner and his vessel
Power unsurpassed that can save each victim of the sinful
A Saviour that loves and guides, and shelters to the journeys end
Your life brought safely in to the harbour’s eternal godsend.
