Rock of Ages
Where else could Augustus Toplady shelter from spiritual storm
But in the Rock of Ages?
And what else could the burden of sin imply
But woe and death its wages?
Nothing in his hands had he,
And not all of their labors were enough,
The cross was all he could see
When the waters were stirred rough;
And he saw the Calvary tree
When storms and tempests proved tough!
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