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Christ the Refuge.
Tossing in dreamy sleep,
Rocked on the foam,
Sad and sick, weak and worn,
Far from his home,
Sighs the lone wanderer,
Seeking, in vain,
Rest from his weariness,
Ease from his pain.
Rocked on the foam,
Sad and sick, weak and worn,
Far from his home,
Sighs the lone wanderer,
Seeking, in vain,
Rest from his weariness,
Ease from his pain.
So Christ, the sinner's friend,
Mighty to save,
Slumbered once, wearily,
Tossed on the wave,
Slept as the innocent
Only can sleep,—
Slept till the wind arose
O'er the wild deep.
Mighty to save,
Slumbered once, wearily,
Tossed on the wave,
Slept as the innocent
Only can sleep,—
Slept till the wind arose
O'er the wild deep.
Then, from His slumber roused,
Calmly He spoke,
While o'er the vessel's deck
Rude billows broke.
“Wild winds and stormy waves,
Peace, peace, be still,”—
Wild winds and stormy waves
Bowed to His will.
Calmly He spoke,
While o'er the vessel's deck
Rude billows broke.
“Wild winds and stormy waves,
Peace, peace, be still,”—
Wild winds and stormy waves
Bowed to His will.
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We are the wanderers,
Rocked on the foam,
Sad and sick, weak and worn,
Far from our home,
Sighing and lonely,
Seeking in vain
Rest from our weariness,
Ease from our pain.
Rocked on the foam,
Sad and sick, weak and worn,
Far from our home,
Sighing and lonely,
Seeking in vain
Rest from our weariness,
Ease from our pain.
Speak to our troubled hearts,
Saviour divine,
Say to the tired and weak,—
“Peace, thou art mine.”
Glad, to this sheltering Rock,
Dear Lord, we flee,
None ever sought in vain
Refuge in Thee.
Saviour divine,
Say to the tired and weak,—
“Peace, thou art mine.”
Glad, to this sheltering Rock,
Dear Lord, we flee,
None ever sought in vain
Refuge in Thee.
S. F. Smith.
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