There is a resting place, Where God's dear children reign; A land of pure delight, Where pleasures banish pain. Chorus: A shelter from the storms of life, My blessed Jesus is the solid Rock divine; Oh refuge sweet from ev'ry tempest shock. There's joy within my soul, Though storms may howl without; In Christ, there's perfect trust, Unmixed with fear or doubt. (Chorus) Christ is our refuge sweet, We're safely kept by grace; While tempests o'er us sweep, We have a resting place. (Chorus)