THERE STANDS A ROCK

1. There stand a rock on shores of time,
That rears to heav’n its head sub-lime;
That rock is cleft, and they are blest,
Who find with-in this cleft a rest.
 
CHORUS
Some built their hopes on the ever-drift-ing sand.
Some on their fame or their treasure of their land.
Mine’s on the rock that for-ev-er shall stand,
Jesus, the “rock of a-ges.”
 
2. That rock’s a cross, its arms outspread,
Ce-les-tial glo-ry bathes its head;
To its firm base my all I bring,
And to the rock of a-ges cling.
 
3. That rock’s a tow’r, whose loft-y height,
Il-lumed with heav’n’s unclouded light,
Opens wide its gates be-neath the dome,
Where saints find rest with Christ at home.