Scripture Verse

The Lord…will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9


William F. Sherwin (1826–1888)

Words & Mu­sic: Will­iam F. Sher­win, in Cal­va­ry Songs, by Charles S. Ro­bin­son & Theo­dore E. Per­kins (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Am­eri­can Sun­day School Un­ion, 1875), page 8 (🔊 pdf nwc).


Come now with joy and sing­ing,
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs ring­ing,
Our grate­ful trib­ute bring­ing
To our al­migh­ty friend;
Offering with pur­est plea­sure,
To Him the heart’s full trea­sure,
Whose love no thought can mea­sure,
Whose praise shall ne­ver end.


We sing with ex­ul­ta­tion,
Lord God of our sal­va­tion;
Thou art our sure foun­da­tion,
Our re­fuge ev­er­more.

When to this re­fuge fly­ing,
Turn sin­ners, help­less, dy­ing,
On Christ alone re­ly­ing,
No harm can reach them there;
When floods of grief are dash­ing,
And waves of sor­row splash­ing,
Light to the soul comes flash­ing—
God’s smile through dark des­pair.


In wak­ing or in sleep­ing,
Bright days, or nights of weep­ing,
Our souls are in Thy keep­ing
While here we wait below;
In Thee alone abid­ing,
And in Thy love con­fid­ing,
Safe when Thy hand is guid­ing,
We’ll ev­er glad­ly go.