1. Mighty Rock, whose tow'ring form Looks above the frowning storm;
Mighty Rock, Whose Towering Form
Mighty Rock, whose tow'ring form
Looks above the frowning storm;
Rock amid the desert waste,
To Thy shadow now I haste.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
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Words by Fanny J. Crosby / Music by T. C. O’Kane

2. Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Mighty Rock, Whose Towering Form
Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Let me drink and quench my thirst;
Weary, fainting, toil oppressed,
In Thy shadow let me rest.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
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3. When I near the stream of death, When I feel its chilly breath,
Mighty Rock, Whose Towering Form
When I near the stream of death,
When I feel its chilly breath,
Rock where all my hopes abide,
In Thy shadow let me hide.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
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