'Mid the wild and fearful blast,
I have reached the Rock at last;
Helpless, weak and sore dismayed,
To the cross I'll cling for aid.
Blessed "Rock," whose love divine,
Fills with joy this heart of mine;
Cross of Him who died for me,
Evermore I'll cling to Thee.
Wrecked by sin, by tempest tossed,
Compass, chart and anchor lost;
He whose power alone can save,
Lulls the wind and stills the wave.
Blessed "Rock," whose love divine,
Fills with joy this heart of mine;
Cross of Him who died for me,
Evermore I'll cling to Thee.
Rock, that hides my trembling soul
From the storms that darkly roll;
While beneath the surges dash,
Thunders roar, and lightnings flash.
Blessed "Rock," whose love divine,
Fills with joy this heart of mine;
Cross of Him who died for me,
Evermore I'll cling to Thee.
When beyond the vale of night
I shall soar to realms of light;
When mine eyes behold the King,
Heart and soul and tongue shall sing.
Blessed "Rock," whose love divine,
Fills with joy this heart of mine;
Cross of Him who died for me,
Evermore I'll cling to Thee.
This song is Copyright © 2025 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Fanny Crosby and are in the Pubic Domain. The A.I. Samplings are Copyright by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis.
