924    L.M.     J. Kent
Christ a Refuge from the Storm. Isa. 4. 6; 32. 2

1 Great Rock, for weary sinners made,
  When storms of sin distress the soul,
  Here let me rest my weary head,
  When lightnings blaze and thunders roll.

2 Within the clefts of his dear side,
  There all his saints in safety dwell.
  And what from Jesus shall divide?
  Not all the rage of earth or hell.

3 Blessed with the pardon of her sin,
  My soul beneath thy shade would lie,
  And sing the love that took me in,
  While others sank in sin to die.

4 O sacred covert from the beams
  That on the weary traveller beat,
  How welcome are thy shade and streams;
  How blest, how sacred, and how sweet!