There is a resting place,
Where God’s dear children reign;
A land of pure delight,
Where pleasures banish pain.

Chorus:

A shelter from the storms of life,
My blessed Jesus is the solid Rock divine;
Oh refuge sweet from ev’ry tempest shock.

There’s joy within my soul,
Tho storms may howl without;
In Christ, there’s perfect trust,
Unmixed with fear or doubt.

(Chorus)

Christ is our refuge sweet,
We’re safely kept by grace;
While tempests o’er us sweep,
We have a resting place.

(Chorus)

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