When thickly beat the storms of life,
And heavy is the chastening rod,
The soul, beyond the waves of strife,
Views the eternal Rock�her God.

What hope dispels the spirit�s gloom,
When sinking �neath affliction�s shock?
Faith, through the vista of the tomb,
Points to the everlasting Rock.

Is there a man who cannot see
That joy and grief are from above?
O let him humbly bend the knee,
And own his Father�s chastening love.

Hope, grace, and truth, with gentle hand,
Shall lead a bleeding Savior�s flock,
And show them, in the promised land,
The shelter of th�eternal Rock.