Kinda Wild Cosmos with Thou art my rock, O blessed Redeemer and Let children hear the mighty deeds

Thou art my rock, O blessed Redeemer,
Thou art my Refuge where I may hide;
Thou art my Rock to shelter and bless me;
Ever in Thee I safely abide.

Thou art my Rock when sin is inviting,
Thou art my Rock when trial is near;
Thou art my Rock when sorrow is smiting,
Thou art my Rock; why then should I fear?

Thou art my Rock, temptations defying,
Thou art my Friend unchanging and sure;
Wholly on Thee my soul is relying,
Ever to keep me faithful and pure.

Thou art my Rock; when kingdom and nation,
Ruler and crown, have crumbled to dust,
Thou shalt remain my Rock of salvation,
Rock everlasting; Thee will I trust.

Chorus
Thou art my Rock,
O blessed Redeemer,
Thou art my Friend,
And Thou art my Guide;
Thou art my Hope,
And Thou art my Saviour,
Thou art my Trust; in Thee will I hide.
        Mrs. C. F. Breck
Let children hear the mighty deeds
  Which God performed of old;
Which in our younger years we saw,
  And which our fathers told.

He bids us make His glories known,
  His works of power and grace;
And we’ll convey His wonders down,
  Through every rising race.

Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
  And they again to theirs;
That generations yet unborn
  May teach them to their heirs.

Thus shall they learn in God alone
  Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne’er forget His works,
  But practice His commands.
        Rev. Isaac Watts