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There is a Rock in a weary land,
Its shadow falls on the burning sand,
Inviting pilgrims as they pass,
To seek a shade in the wilderness.
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the sheltering Rock is so near by,
O why will ye die?
There is a Well in a desert plain,
Its waters call with entreating strain,
“Ho, every thirsting, sin sick soul,
Come, freely drink,
and thou shalt be whole.”
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the living Well is so near by,
O why will ye die?
A great fold stands
with its portals wide,
The sheep astray
on the mountain side;
The Shepherd climbs
o’er mountains steep;
He’s searching now
for His wandering sheep.
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the Shepherd’s
fold is so near by,
O why will ye die?
There is a cross where
the Savior died;
His blood flowed out
in a crimson tide,
A sacrifice for sins of men,
And free to all who will enter in.
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the crimson cross is so near by,
O why will ye die?
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THE SHELTERING ROCK
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