O Refuge Sweet!

Like No­ah’s dove

I found no rest

Outside the ark

un­saved

un­blest

But when away on sin’s deep sea

A sweet voice said

Come un­to Me.

O re­fuge sweet

on Je­sus’ breast

In Him alone is per­fect rest;

From ev­ery fear and sin set free

Dear Sav­ior

let me rest in Thee.

As to the ark the dove did fly

For rest and safe­ty

so did I;

My wea­ry soul found re­fuge there

Where Je­sus waits to an­swer pray­er.

Now safe in Him tho’ storms arise

And dark­ness seems to veil the skies;

Sweet peace is mine

I trust His care

Whose mer­cies now en­close me there.

Within the ark—’twere death out­side—

I dwell se­cure

and sa­tis­fied;

My soul is safe from all al­arms

Upheld by “ev­er­last­ing arms.”