Jesus, My Refuge

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 11, 1864

"Cast down, but not Destroyed." 2 Cor. iv, 9

JESUS, lo! I come to thee! Thou my Friend and Saviour be: Sinful, weak, defenceless, poor, I Thy sovereign grace implore; On me turn thy pitying eye; Leave, oh leave me not to die.

O'er my weary pilgrimage Dark and wild the tempests rage; Dreary snows around me fall; Numbing frosts my heart appal;— Saviour! Thou my shelter be; Let me warm myself in Thee.

On my lowly heavenward way, Bannered foes their arms display: Fierce and cruel in their wrath, They would drive me from Thy path; Shouts of rage disturb my rest, Fiery darts assail my breast.

Jesus, at Thy feet I fall; On Thy name aloud I call. Let Thy grace allay my fears; Let Thy love dry up my tears: By Thy sacrifice for me, Let my refuge be in Thee.

In my heart are wily foes Greater in their power than those: Passion, Unbelief, and Pride Turn me from Thy ways aside; Leprous spots of death and sin Need Thy blood to make me clean.

By Thy life of toil and care, By Thy sorrow and despair, By Thy groans, and cries, and tears, By Thine agony and fears,— Saviour, let my refuge be Now and evermore in Thee.—Sel.