REFUGE by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 24, 1878

REFUGE

By Eliza H. Morton

The storms no mortal hand can bind; But refuge, lo, we all can find, Since Christ's a shelter near at hand, E'en like a rock in weary land.

'Tis sweet indeed, when tempests blow, A hiding place to have, and know That Christ a refuge is at hand, E'en like a rock in weary land.

The desert, drear with scorching heat, Can never harm the pilgrim's feet; For Christ's a shadow near at hand, E'en like a rock in weary land.

The burning sun is hidden quite, And has no power to harm the sight, When Christ's a shadow near at hand, E'en like a rock in weary land.

And in that dread, soon-coming day, When earthly things all pass away, Will Christ, a shadow near at hand, Be like a rock in weary land?

If covert now we seek from harm, And grasp the Everlasting Arm, Then Christ, a shadow near at hand, Will be our rock in weary land.

Eliza H. Morton.

Allen's Corner, Me.