O sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep Like tempests down over the soul. O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I! O sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how weary my feet; But toiling in life's dusty way, The Rock's bless?d shadow, how sweet! O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I! O near to the Rock let me keep If blessings or sorrows prevail, Or climbing the mountain way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I!