136. God our Refuge

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,
Though 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.

Text Information
First Line: Dear Refuge of my weary soul
Title: God our Refuge
Author: Steele
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Offices and Characters of Christ
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