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Hymn #358: Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Hymn #357 Hymn #359

Reliance and Devotion

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358 (C.M.) Anne Steele

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'll tell each rising grief,

For Thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief,

For ev'ry 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 sov'reign grace

Be deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sov'reign 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.

Hymn #357 Hymn #359