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Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #425 (2023) 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 But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
the springs of comfort seem to fail,
and all my hopes decline.
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.
3 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?
No, still the ear of sov'reign grace
attends the mourner's prayer;
O may I ever find a place
to breath my sorrows there.
4 Thy mercy seat is open still,
here let my soul retreat;
with humble hope attend Thy will,
and wait beneath Thy feet.
Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
on Thee, when sorrows rise,
on Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
my fainting hope relies. Topics: Comfort, Death, and Glory Languages: English Tune Title: DEAR REFUGE
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #85 (2024) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise;
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting Hope relies.
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.
2. But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
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.
3. 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?
No, still the ear of sov'reign grace
Attends the mourner's pray'r;
Oh, may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there.
4. Thy mercy seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.
Thy mercy seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet. Topics: Lent Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English Tune Title: DEAR REFUGE
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Dear Refuge of My Soul
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: Bright Gems #57 (1881) First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul Languages: English Tune Title: [Dear refuge of my weary soul]
Dear Refuge of My Soul
Dear Refuge of my Weary Soul
Author: A. Steele Hymnal: Select Songs No. 2 #139 (1893) Languages: English Tune Title: [Dear Refuge of my weary soul]
Dear Refuge of my Weary Soul
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Author: A. Steele Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life. No. 3 #237 (1904) Languages: English Tune Title: [Dear refuge of my weary soul]
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9476 Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. COLUMBA
Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul
Dear Refuge of my Weary Soul
Author: A. Steele Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #656 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer and Worship; Refuge; Sorrow and Affliction Scripture: Psalm 9:9 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. AGNES
Dear Refuge of my Weary Soul
Dear Refuge of my weary Soul
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LX (1791) 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 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.
Topics: Resignation to Providence Languages: English
Dear Refuge of my weary Soul
The Soul's Refuge
Author: Anna Steele Hymnal: Fillmores' Women's Choir, Nos. 1, 2 and 3 Combined #30 (1901) First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul Refrain First Line: On Thee, on Thee Languages: English Tune Title: [Dear refuge of my weary soul]
The Soul's Refuge
Dear Refuge of my weary soul
Hymnal: Christian Hymns #92 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 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. Topics: Conflict; Cross and Comfort; Faith Weak; God the Father Refuge and Helper; Mercy-seat Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Dear Refuge of my weary soul
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