No Shelter but in Christ

There is no shel­ter for the soul

On earth

in Heav’n ab­ove

No shel­ter but in Christ the Lord

No re­fuge but His love.

Then fly to the ark where the wea­ry dove

Came back to the place of rest;

O fly to the arms

to the shel­ter­ing arms

Of the Sav­ior that loves thee best.

There is no shel­ter from the night

So cold and dark and drear

But in the Lord

our right­eous­ness

Whose kind­ly aid is near.

There is no shel­ter from the storm

That frowns ab­ove our head

But in the Lamb of Cal­va­ry

Whose blood for all was shed.

There is no re­fuge but in Christ

Tho’ we the world should gain

The soul with­out His grace is lost

All oth­er hope is vain.