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Dear Refuge of my weary Soul

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LX (1791) 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, tho' press'd 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 ev'ry 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 wou'd cleave to thee, Tho' prostrate in the Dust. 6 Hast thou not bid me seek thy Face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the Ear of Sov'reign Grace Be deaf when I complain? 7 No, still the Ear of Sov'reign 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. Topics: Resignation to Providence Languages: English

Troubled, but making God a Refuge

Author: Steele Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXVI (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul 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 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, Tho 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. Topics: The Christian; Christian Troubled, but making God his refuge; God A refuge; God a Refuge; Troubled but making God our refuge Languages: English

GOD a Refuge in Time of Trouble

Author: Steele Hymnal: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #CXLIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul 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 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, Tho' 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. Topics: Affliction Languages: English