Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul, To Thy dear arms I flee; From Satan's wiles, from self and sin, Oh, make and keep me free.
2. Though clouds may rise, though tempests rage, Thou wilt my shelter be, While with a steadfast heart and true, My trust is stayed on Thee.
3. No power on earth, or power below, Can tear me from Thy side, If 'neath Thy sheltering wings of love, Dear Refuge, I abide.
4. Not death itself, that last dread foe, Can hold me with his chain; Through Christ, who conquered death, I rise, And life eternal gain,