<h1>Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul</h1>

Dear refuge of my weary soul, 

On Thee, when sorrows rise 

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 

My fainting hope relies 

To Thee I tell each rising grief, 

For Thou alone canst heal 

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief, 

For every pain I feel

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call Thee mine 

The springs of comfort seem to fail, 

And all my hopes decline 

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

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? 

No still the ear of sovereign grace, 

Attends the mourner's prayer 

Oh may I ever find access, 

To breathe my sorrows there

Thy mercy seat is open still, 

Here let my soul retreat 

With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet, 

Thy mercy seat is open still, 

Here let my soul retreat 

With humble hope attend Thy will, 

And wait beneath Thy feet