William O. Cushing V1 C V2 C V3 C [V1] O safe to the Rock that is higher than I, My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly; Alone I would perish, undone would I be; Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. [C] Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. [V2] In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour, In times when temptation casts o’er me its pow’r; In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee. [V3] How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe, I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe; How often, when trials like sea billows roll, Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.