Author: Steele Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXVI (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul Lyrics: 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 O! 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,
Tho prostrate in the dust.
5 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?
6 No, still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
O may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there!
7 Thy mercy seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet. Topics: The Christian; Christian Troubled, but making God his refuge; God A refuge; God a Refuge; Troubled but making God our refuge Languages: English
Troubled, but making God a Refuge