There is no shel­ter for the soul,
On earth, in Heav’n ab­ove,
No shel­ter but in Christ the Lord,
No re­fuge but His love.

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Then fly to the ark where the wea­ry dove
Came back to the place of rest;
O fly to the arms, to the shel­ter­ing arms
Of the Sav­ior that loves thee best.

There is no shel­ter from the night,
So cold and dark and drear,
But in the Lord, our right­eous­ness,
Whose kind­ly aid is near.

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There is no shel­ter from the storm
That frowns ab­ove our head
But in the Lamb of Cal­va­ry
Whose blood for all was shed.

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There is no re­fuge but in Christ,
Tho’ we the world should gain,
The soul with­out His grace is lost,
All oth­er hope is vain.

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