Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul
Topic: Trusting in Christ
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 202
Page Number: 178, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsDear 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 ev'ry pain I feel.
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 pray'r;
O! 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.