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.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
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|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #486||Dear Refuge of my weary soul||Dear Refuge of my weary soul||Anne Steele||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #9476||Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul||Dear refuge of my weary soul||ST. COLUMBA||Anne Steele||CM||<cite>Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional</cite>, 1760, alt.|