The heart of the whirlwind where its roarings cease,
A little home waiting, still and light and warm,
A safe sanctuary from the night and storm.
In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - rest;
A sure place of refuge for the sore-opprest,
A guarded pavilion no device can take,
A strong-walled fortress no assault can shake.
In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - joy;
A full cup of gladness that can never cloy,
A sweet fountain rising out of Marah's tide,
A spring of rejoicing that is never dried.
In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - peace;
A deep, quiet harbor where the high waves cease,
A long-desired haven on a friendly shore,
Where the wild winds of oceans sweep the soul no more.
In the world, tribulation, trials all around,
For on earth no resting and no joys are found;
Let us flee to Jesus where all sorrows cease;
Here alone is gladness, here alone is peace.
~Annie Johnson Flint~