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Christ a Refuge from the Storm. Isa. 4. 6; 32. 2

J. Kent                 L.M.

1
Great Rock, for weary sinners made,
 When storms of sin distress the soul,
 Here let me rest my weary head,
 When lightnings blaze and thunders roll.

2
Within the clefts of his dear side,
 There all his saints in safety dwell.
 And what from Jesus shall divide?
 Not all the rage of earth or hell.

3
Blessed with the pardon of her sin,
 My soul beneath thy shade would lie,
 And sing the love that took me in,
 While others sank in sin to die.

4
O sacred covert from the beams
 That on the weary traveller beat,
 How welcome are thy shade and streams;
 How blest, how sacred, and how sweet!