The Cyber Hymnal ‎#9476

9476. 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, though pressed with fear
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 every 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 would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

6 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?

7 No, still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner’s prayer;
O may I ever find a place
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
• Title: Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul
• Author: Anne Steele
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760, alt.
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ST. COLUMBA
• Meter: CM
• Key: E♭ Major
• Source: Ancient Irish Tune
• Copyright: Public Domain