In seasons of grief,
To my Lord I'll repair,
When my heart is overwhelmed,
With its sorrows and cares
To the ends of the earth,
To my God I will fly,
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.
When Satan the tempter,
Rolls in with a flood,
To drown my poor soul,
From its fountain of good
I will cling to the Savior,
Who humbly did die,
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.