REFUGE by Maude M. Peck

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 30, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 21.

REFUGE.

By Maude M. Peck

WHEN fiercely blow life's tempests, When skies seem sodden, gray, There is a haven refuge, A place to hide away From shipwreck and from terror, Safe anchored and at rest; So roll, ye angry billows, We'll seek that haven blest.

The roaring of the thunder, The howling of the gale, Can not the home-cove enter Can not our bark assail, If to the Hope of Heaven, Our hearts are moored, at rest If we will trust no other, We've found that haven blest.

So let us steer, rejoicing, Tho chill the winds and strong, With Courage, Faith, and Jesus, The journey is not long. Soon, soon we'll see the home-land, That place of peace and rest, So roll, ye angry billows, We'll seek that haven blest.

And when at last we've anchored In that grand harbor, Heaven, How sweet will be the greeting By holy angels given. Then we shall see our Saviour, And find His blessed rest, So roll, ye angry billows, We'll seek that haven blest. MAUDE M. PECK.