The Soul's Only Refuge

Verse 1

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 ev'ry pain I feel.

Verse 2

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, Tho' prostrate in the dust.

Verse 3

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; Oh, may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there.

Verse 4

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.