A Very Present Help in Trouble

1 A good ship, a burning wreck
Drifted on the ocean wide;
Those who once had trod her deck
Battling now the waters, cried:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”

2 Sinking ‘neath the rolling deep,
In the wide and treachrous main;
Faith alone could sing so sweet,
Pleadingly the hopeful strain:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”

3 Strong in faith, on Christ they call,
Helpless on the billowy sea;
Singing as they rise and fall,
Ever this their only plea:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”

4 Waves nor flame can ne’er devour
Those who call on Jesus’ name;
Trusting His almighty pow’r,
While they sing this sweet refrain:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”

Source: Crowning Day, No. 6: A Book of Gospel Songs #149