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