Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Rock that is Higher than I



O sometimes how long seems the day,
and someetimes how weary my feet;
But toiling in life's dusty way,
the Rock's blessed shadow how sweet!


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 vail.



O then to the Rock let me fly, to the Rock that is higher than I.

- Erastus Johnson