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!
