1 I will cling to the cross every hour,
While the surges of life round me roll,
For my Savior shall be my high tower,
He the refuge and joy of my soul.
Unto thee will I cling,
Thou wilt hold this poor heart which I bring;
Only safe is the way,
While I trust, while I cling every day.
2 I will come to thy sheltering side,
Where the healing in crimson doth flow,
I will dwell near the dear Crucified,
By whose blood I am made white as snow. [Chorus]
3 On the Rock that is higher than I
I will build while the waves round me roll,
I will trust in the arm that is nigh,
For the Lord is the strength of my soul. [Chorus]Source: Songs of Free Grace #20