IN SEASONS OF GRIEF TO MY GOD I'LL REPAIR

In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair
When my heart is o'erwhelmed with sorrow and care;
From the ends of the earth to Thee will I cry,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

When Satan, my foe, shall come in like a flood
To drive my poor soul from the Fountain of good,
I'll pray to the Saviour who meekly did die;
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

And while as a stranger I sojourn below,
Thy covenant blessing, Lord, freely bestow;
In affliction's dark night to Thy throne let me fly,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

And when the last trumpet shall sound through the skies,
And the dead in Christ Jesus immortal shall rise,
With the ransomed I'll praise Him above yonder sky,
Built firm on the Rock that is higher than I.

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Higher than I, higher than I,
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.