‘Tis said that once a dying girl,
Who on the sea-coast dwelt,
Was asked what she of Jesus thought,
As death’s approach she felt.
How beautiful, and how sublime,
This answer to receive:
“Jesus-as limpets to the rocks,
So unto him I cleave.” HHHH 98.3
O may we on the living Rock,
With heart as firm abide;
And cling, the rougher beats the storm,
The closer to his side.
Then will our faith and hope grow bright,
Though earthly scenes grow dim;
For he will never those forsake,
Who put their trust in him. HHHH 98.4