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JESUS, MY REFUGE.
JESUS, my Refuge, to the secret places
Where Thou dost hide I flee,
To learn Thy blessed Truth, from all the mazes
Of human thought set free.

Without denial and without refraining
I must receive Thy word;
Not what Thou meanest after man's explaining,
But what Thou sayest, Lord.

Shut from the strife of tongues that yield confusion
Quick grows the inward ear
Thy sweet assurance, stripped of all delusion,
In humble faith to hear.

In mysteries beyond the dim perceiving
Of Reason's clouded eyes,
Thou dost reveal Thyself to souls believing,
Too loving for disguise.

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