Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul,
To Thy dear arms I flee;
From Satan’s wiles, from self and sin,
O make and keep me free.
Tho’ clouds may rise, tho’ tempests rage,
Thou wilt my shelter be,
While with a steadfast heart and true,
My trust is stayed on Thee.
No power on earth, or power below,
Can tear me from Thy side,
If ‘neath Thy shelt’ring wings of love,
Dear refuge, I abide.
Not death itself, that last dread foe,
Can hold me with his chain;
Thro’ Christ, who conquered Death, I rise,
And life eternal gain.
Mrs. C. Warren/Hubert P. Main