1 Blessed Lord, in thee is refuge,
safety for my trembling soul:
pow'r to lift my head when drooping
'midst the angry billow's roll.
I will trust thee,
I will trust thee,
I will trust thee,
all my life thou shalt control;
all my life thou shalt control.

2 In the past, too, unbelieving,
'midst the tempest I have been,
and my heart has slowly trusted
what my eyes have never seen.
Blessed Jesus,
blessed Jesus,
blessed Jesus,
teach me on thine arm to lean;
teach me on thine arm to lean.

3 Oh, for trust that brings the triumph
when defeat seems strangely near;
oh, for faith that changes fighting
ito vict'ry's ringing cheer!
Faith triumphant,
faith triumphant,
faith triumphant,
knowing not defeat or fear;
knowing not defeat or fear.