In thee I every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
Beloved Saviour, ever be
A Sanctuary unto me.
Whatever woes and fears betide,
In thy dear bosom let me hide;
And, while I pour my soul to thee,
Do thou my Sanctuary be.
Through life and all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
’Tis this supports my fainting heart,
That thou my Sanctuary art.
from Christ a Sanctuary by Samuel Medly 1738-1799