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Category: Poems of Praise to God
The One Refuge I.
Storms gather o'er thy path,
Christian!--the sullen, tempest-darkened sky
Grows lurid with the elemental wrath,--
Say, whither wilt thou fly?
God is my Refuge!--let the tempests come,
They will but speed me sooner to my home!
II.
Night lowers in sullen gloom,
Christian!--a long, dark night awaiteth thee,
Dreary as Egypt's night of fear and doom,--
Where will thy hiding be?
God is my refuge!--in the dreary night
In Him I dwell, and have abundant light!
III.
Thine is a lonely way,
Christian!--and dangers all thy path infest;
Pitfalls and snares crowd all thy doubtful way,--
Where is thy place of rest?
God is my Refuge!--safe in Him I move,
And feel no fear, kept by sustaining Love.
IV.
The grave--that dreary place,
Christian, the lonely dwelling in the dust
Awaits thee; 'tis the doom of all thy race,--
Where, then, shall be thy trust?
God is my refuge! Sweet will be my rest
On the dear pillow that my Saviour pressed!
V.
Alas!--that dreamless sleep--
Christian, its chains are strong, and hard to break;
All thy belov'd sleep on in silence deep,
And dost thou hope to wake?
God is my refuge! I shall wake and sing--
"O grave! where is thy vict'ry?--death thy sting?" - Mrs. J. C. Yule |
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