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