24. Hymn: Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Author: Anne Steele

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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 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 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 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.