The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#LX

LX. Dear Refuge of my weary Soul

1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee when Sorrows rise;
On thee, when Waves of Trouble roll,
My fainting Hope relies.

2 While Hope revives, tho' press'd with Fears,
And I can say, "My God,"
Beneath thy Feet I spread my Cares,
And pour my Woes abroad.

3 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.

4 But oh! when gloomy Doubts prevail
I fear to call thee mine;
The Springs of comfort seem to fail
And all my Hopes decline.

5 Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only Trust;
And still my Soul wou'd cleave to thee,
Tho' prostrate in the Dust.

6 Hast thou not bid me seek thy Face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the Ear of Sov'reign Grace
Be deaf when I complain?

7 No, still the Ear of Sov'reign Grace
Attends the mourner's Prayer;
O may I ever find Access,
To Breathe my Sorrows there.

8 Thy Mercy-Seat is open still;
Here let my Soul retreat,
With humble Hope attend thy Will,
And wait beneath thy Feet.

Text Information

• First Line: Dear Refuge of my weary Soul
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Resignation to Providence

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