1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee when sorrows rise,
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For ev'ry pain I feel.
3 But, oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail.
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.
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First Line: | Dear Refuge of my weary soul |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Confidence: in God; Consolation(4 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Steele |