Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soulOn Thee when sorrows riseOn Thee when waves of trouble rollMy fainting hope reliesTo Thee I tell each rising griefFor Thou alone canst healThy Word can bring a sweet reliefFor every pain I feelBut oh when gloomy doubts prevailI fear to call Thee mineThe springs of comfort seem to failAnd all my hopes declineYet gracious God where shall I fleeThou art my only trustAnd still my soul would cleave to TheeThough prostrate in the dustHast Thou not bid me seek Thy faceAnd shall I seek in vainAnd can the ear of sov'reign graceBe deaf when I complainNo still the ear of sov'reign graceAttends the mourner's prayerOh may I ever find accessTo breathe my sorrows thereThy mercy seat is open stillHere let my soul retreatWith humble hope attendThy will And wait beneath Thy feetThy mercy seat is open stillHere let my soul retreatWith humble hope attend Thy willAnd wait beneath Thy feetAnne Steele, Matthew Merker; 2014 Getty Music Publishing;CCLI #4580240