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In the Rifted Rock I’m resting,
Sure and safe from all alarm;
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm:
In the Rifted Rock I’m resting,
Surf is dashing at my feet,
Storm clouds dark are o’er me hov’ring,
Yet my rest is all complete.
In the Rifted Rock I’m resting,
Sure and safe from all alarm;
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm.
Many a stormy sea I’ve traversed,
Many a tempest shock have known;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.
In the Rifted Rock I’m resting,
Sure and safe from all alarm;
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D and refrain
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 78:20; 1 Co 10:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE RIFTED ROCK
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
