Misc Praise Songs - Sweetly resting

In the ^Drifted rock I’m resting, ^GSafely ^Dsheltered I a^Abide; There no f^Does nor storms molest me, ^GWhile with^Din the c^Aleft I h^Dide.

^DNow I’m resting, sweetly resting, In the ^Acleft ^Donce ^Amade ^Dfor ^Ame; ^DJesus, blessed Rock of A^Ages, ^GI will ^Dhide my^A7self in T^Dhee.

Long pur^Dsued by sin and Satan, ^GWeary, ^Dsad, I longed for ^Arest; Then I f^Dound this heav’nly shelter ^GOpened ^Din my S^Aavior’s b^Dreast.

Peace whi^Dch passeth understanding, ^GJoy the ^Dworld can never ^Agive, Now in J^Desus I am finding, ^GIn His sm^Diles of l^Aove I l^Dive.

In the ^Drifted rock I’ll hide me, ^GTill the ^Dstorms of life are ^Apast; All sec^Dure in this blest refuge, ^GHeeding n^Dot the f^Aiercest b^Dlast.