Written By Daniel O. Teasley
I’ve found a refuge now from every sorrow,
Joy everlasting and sweet;
I see this world, with all its sinful follies,
Conquered at my feet.
Oh, blessed thought, my sins are gone!
I lean on Jesus’ breast,
And while the storm without is madly raging,
I have perfect rest.
Oh, could you offer every earthly treasure,
Diamonds and pearls of the sea;
Then, turning from them I would gladly whisper,
“Christ has set me free.”
Far brighter than the shining stars above me,
Beaming with beauty and grace,
Adorned in heaven’s majesty and splendor,
Is my resting place.