Jesus Is a Rock in a Weary Land

Jesus is a rock in a weary land,

a weary land, a weary land;

My Jesus is a rock in a weary land,

a shelter in the time of storm.

No man can do like Jesus,

Not a mumbling word He said;

He went walking down to Lazarus’ grave,

And He raised him from the dead.

When Jesus was on earth,

The flesh was very weak;

He girdled himself with a tow'l,

And washed his disciples feet.

Yonder comes my Savior,

Him whom I love so well;

He has the palm of victory,

And the keys of death and Hell.

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