To Thy dear arms I flee;
From Satan's wiles, from self and sin,
Oh, make and keep me free.
2 Though clouds may rise, though
tempests rage,
Thou wilt my shelter be,
While with a steadfast heart and true,
My trust is stayed on Thee.
3 No power on earth, or power below,
Can tear me from Thy side,
If 'neath Thy sheltering wings of love,
Dear Refuge, I abide.
4 Not death itself, that last dread foe,
Can hold me with his chain;
Through Christ, who conquered death, I rise,
And life eternal gain,