Blessed Lord, In Thee Is Refuge

Blessèd Lord, in Thee is refuge,
Safety for my trembling soul,
Pow’r to lift my head when drooping
’Midst the angry billows’ roll.
I will trust Thee, all my life Thou shalt control.

In the past, too unbelieving
’Midst the tempest I have been,
And my heart has slowly trusted
What my eyes have never seen.
Blessèd Jesus, teach me on Thine arm to lean.

O, for trust that brings the triumph
When defeat seems strangely near;
O, for faith that changes fighting
Into vict’ry’s ringing cheer!
Faith triumphant, knowing not defeat nor fear.¹

Faith triumphant—blessèd vict’ry!
Every barrier swept away,
Heaven descending, joy and fullness,
Dawn of everlasting day!
Jesus only, Him to love and Him obey.