Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise;
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
While hope revives, though pressed with fear
And I can say,
Beneath Thy feet I spread my cares,
And pour my woes abroad.
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;
O access may I ever find,
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.
Words: Anne Steele, 1716-1778.
6 thoughts on “Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul ~ Hymn”
…enjoy your day and I hope that you trip is going well.
Thank you, Tom. It is going well.
I read that you are in St.Louis and headed for Kentucky. What a journey you have been on! May your strength for the road be renewed. ☕️
Thank you Vee. Tomorrow we are going to the Ark Encounter!
This hymn is new to me. I love the words so I went to find it on YouTube . . . lovely! Thanks for introducing me to a new song!