Tears may soak pillows
And sorrows breed with darkness
But joy wakes at dawn
Upon this rock I take my stand,
I shall not stand alone;
I feel a strength beneath my feet,
A strength that’s not my own.
I feel a coolness in its shade,
A balm for flitting breast;
I feel the pulse of holy heat,
A place to sit and rest.
Upon this rock I build my life,
I shall not build in vain;
It anchors me to solid ground,
And lifts me up again.
A sure foundation, set in stone,
An anchor for life’s seas –
So blow and bluster, autumn wind,
You shall not conquer me.