Every creature has some rock. James Smith, The Incomparable Rock, 1860

There is no rock like our God, 1 Samuel 2.2. As creatures, we all need an object of trust, one on whom we can lean, one in whom we can confide, one to whom we may look for defense and safety. Every creature has some rock, some object of dependence and trust, for without this there would be recklessness or despair. Some make a rock of their wealth, some of their talents, some of their station, some of their friends, some of their good deeds, some of their religious observances, some of their name or fame.

But the Christian's rock is his God, that is, God in Christ. Yes, Jesus is the foundation of his hopes, the source of his strength, the anchor of his safety, and the fountain that supplies him. In Christ his rock he finds honey, and this rock pours out rivers of oil for him. He nourished him with honey from the rock and with oil from the flinty crag. Deuteronomy 32.13.

This rock, Christ, is the rock of His salvation. This rock of ages is the rock of His strength. Of this rock He can sing, The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer. My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, My shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my Saviour. 2 Samuel 22, 2 and 3.

Looking around upon all others, he can say, But their rock is not like our rock, even our enemies concede. Deuteronomy 32, 31. There is no rock like our rock, none so great, none so ancient, none so durable, none so suited to meet all a sinner's needs. On this rock we build for eternity. We have no doubt that our immortal interests are safe. To this rock we run for safety and smile at the opposition of all our foes.

In this rock we hide and are safe from the sword of divine justice as well as the rage of infernal hell. In this rock we take shelter and are uninjured by the windy storm and tempest. From this rock we look for all our supplies, And we are not, cannot be disappointed. Beneath its shade we enjoy peace and comfort, In its cleft we are safe for evermore.

How safe, how happy is the believer, having God for his rock! For he builds on a foundation that can never decay. He trusts in a stronghold that can never be taken. He hides in a refuge from which he can never be expelled. The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God, the Rock, my Saviour! 2 Samuel 22 47