The Book of Worship ‎#317

317. 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 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?

4 No: still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
Oh, may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there!

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

Text Information

• First Line: Dear Refuge of my weary soul
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble

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