H. Booth
BLESSED Lord, in Thee is refuge,
Safety for my trembling soul,
Power to lift my head when drooping
’Midst the angry billows’ roll.
I will trust Thee, I will trust Thee;
All my life Thou shalt control.
2
In the past, too, unbelieving,
’Midst the tempest I have been,
And my heart has slowly trusted
What my eyes have never seen.
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Teach me on Thy arm to lean.
3
Oh, for trust, that brings the triumph,
When defeat seems strangely near;
Oh, for faith, that changes fighting
Into victory’s ringing cheer:
Faith triumphant, faith triumphant,
Knowing not defeat nor fear.
4
Faith triumphant, blessed victory;
Every barrier swept away:
Heaven descending, joy and fulness,
Dawn of everlasting day.
Jesus only, Jesus only,
Him to love and Him obey.
