In seasons of grief to my God I’ll repair,

When my heart is o’erwhelmed with sorrow and care:

From the end of the earth unto thee will I cry,

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!

Higher than I, higher than I,

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

2 When Satan the tempter comes in like a flood

To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good,

I’ll pray to the Lord who for sinners did die—

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

3 And when I have finished my pilgrimage here,

Complete in Christ’s righteousness I shall appear,

In the swellings of Jordan, all dangers defy,

And look to the Rock that is higher than I.

4 And when the last trumpet shall sound thro’ the skies,

And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise,

Transported I’ll join with the ransomed on high,

To praise the great Rock that is higher than I!

Higher than I, higher than I,

To praise the great Rock that is higher than I.