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Mighty Rock, whose tow’ring form
Looks above the frowning storm,
Rock amid the desert waste,
To Thy shadow now I haste.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
Of the springs that from Thee burst,
Let me drink and quench my thirst;
Weary, fainting, toil-oppressed,
In Thy shadow let me rest.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
When I near the stream of death,
When I feel its chilly breath,
Rock where all my hopes abide,
In Thy shadow let me hide.
Unto Thee, unto Thee,
Precious Savior, now I flee;
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1879
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Bible Refs:
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Is 26:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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UNTO THEE UNTO THEE
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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