A Refugee in Thee

When hopes that are brightest
Like autumn have flown,
When hearts that we treasured
Have left us alone,
O, where from the sadness
Of grief should we flee,
If faith had no refuge
Dear Savior, in Thee?

When dark are the storm clouds
Above us that roll,
And wild are the surges
That break o'er the soul,
O, where from the tempest
Of life should we flee,
If faith had no refuge,
Dear Savior, in Thee?

Though faith may be tested
And love may be tried,
How peaceful the haven
Where all may abide;
What'er with the tempter
Our conflict may be,
We still have a refuge,
Dear Savior, in Thee.

~ Fannie Crosby

My help is from
the Lord who made
heaven and earth.
Ps. 121:1