My haven is Jesus, a rock in the storm,
A shelter divine and secure;
Though billows may roll on this turbulent sea,
He’ll ever be steadfast and sure.
My haven is Jesus; this life is so brief
And full of its troubles and woe,
But I flee to my haven, my blesses Redeemer,
I’m safe in His bosom, I know.
By: Olga J. Weiss