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Christ our Refuge.
Heb. 6:18.
In every trouble, sharp and strong,
My soul to Jesus flies;
My anchor-hold is firm in him,
When swelling billows rise.
2 His comforts bear my spirits up,
I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope
Is in a Saviour’s blood.
3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul,
To thy Redeemer’s name;
In joy and sorrow, life and death,
His love is still the same.