1 Eternal Rock!--to thee I flee;
In thy rent fissures would I hide:
No rill of mercy flows to me
But issues from thy wounded side.
2 Earth's fondest hopes, and brightest dreams,
Are fitful, fugitive, and vain;
The best of its polluted streams
I only drink to thirst again.
3 Forgiveness, peace, salvation, heaven,
Jesus, I owe alone to thee--
The Rock whose clefts for me were riven,
The smitten One of Calvary!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #388