1 Give me a foothold on the Rock;
The billows round me roll;
Let not their wild, impetuous shock
O’erwhelm my trembling soul;
O Thou that walkest on the wave
Thou Ruler of the sea
Stretch forth Thy mighty arm to save
The soul that calls on Thee.
2 Give me a foothold on the Rock,
O Saviour of the lost!
The world and sin my struggles mock,
And I am tempest-tossed,
I strive to reach an anch’ring place;
My Lord be Thou my stay;
Extend to me Thy hand of grace,
Lest I be cast away.
3 Give a foothold on the Rock,
Till voices o’er the sea,
Like evening chimings of the clock,
Bid welcome home to me.
The day of toil and watching o’er,
The night of sorrow past,
I step upon the shining shore,
And rest in peace at last.