The Voice of Praise ‎#628

628. 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 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every 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.

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

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• First Line: Dear Refuge of my weary soul
• Author: Steele
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Job 13:15
  ;
  Psalm 7:1
  ;
  Psalm 11:1
  ;
  Psalm 62:5-8
  ;
  Psalm 123:2
  ;
  Lamentations 3:26
  ;
  1 Peter 5:7
• Topic: The Christian Life: Trial and Patience; The Soul's Refuge

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