Monday Meditation: The Clefted Rock

 

 

 

 "O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevice of the cliff, let me see your face,
let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your countenance is lovely."
(Song of Solomon 2:14)

 

Dove In The Cleft At The Wailing Wall
Jerusalem, Israel
Image courtesy/Dreamstime 

 

 

In the clefted rock I hide,

Savior, let me here abide;

Sheltered from each stormy gale,

All secure within the vale.

 

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.

Blessed Rock on Thee I build,

Ever be my sun and shield;

Help me labor, watch and pray,

Ready for the crowning day. 

 

"The Clefted Rock"
(1893)
Nancy Stewart Whistler Byers
(1833-1894)
American hymn writer