(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twel

(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twel
(This picture is the library of C. H. Spurgeon-The Prince of Preachers. Mr. Spurgeon collected twelve thousands of books. May we also pursue after the spiritual, heavenly and eternal things with our whole heart by God's grace!)
Showing posts with label Anne Steele (1717-1778). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Steele (1717-1778). Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

24. Hymn: Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Author: Anne Steele

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.


Friday, April 24, 2015

45. Hymn: And Can My Heart Aspire So High

And Can My Heart Aspire So High

Author: Anne Steele

1. And can my heart aspire so high
    To say—My Father, God?
    Lord, at Thy feet, I fain would lie,
    And learn to kiss the rod.

2. I would submit to all Thy will,
    For thou art good and wise;
    Let every anxious thought be still,
    Nor one faint murmur rise.

3. Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
    And bid me wait serene,
    Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
    And brighten all the scene.

4. My Father, O permit my heart
    To plead her humble claim,
    And ask the bliss those words impart,
    In my Redeemer's name.