1 Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul,
To Thy dear arms I flee;
From Satan’s wiles, from self and sin,
Oh, make and keep me free.

2 Tho’ clouds may rise, tho’ tempests rage,
Thou wilt my shelter be,
While with a steadfast heart and true,
My trust is stayed on Thee.

3 No power on earth, or power below,
Can tear me from Thy side;
If ‘neath Thy shelt’ring wings of love,
Dear Refuge, I abide.

4 Not death itself, that last dread foe,
Can hold me with his chain;
Thro’ Christ, who conquered Death, I rise,
And life eternal gain.