Arranged by Wm. Houser
In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair,
When my heart is o'erwhelmed in sorrow and care;
From the ends of the earth unto thee will I cry,
"Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I"
When Satan, my foe, comes in like a flood,
To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good,
I'll pray to the Savior who kindly did cry,
And when I have ended my pilgrimage here,
In Jesus' pure righteousness let me appear:
From the swellings of Jordan to thee will I cry:
And when the last trumpet shall sound through the skies,
And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise,
With millions I'll join, far above yonder sky,
To praise the Great Rock that is higher than I.