Composer: Matt Merker

Author: Anne Steele, 1791

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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 can heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every 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
Though 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 prayer
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

© 2014 Matthew Merker Music (BMI) / Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI). All rights reserved. CCLI Song #7016164.
Administrated worldwide at www.CapitolCMGPublishing.com, excluding the UK which is adm. by Integrity Music, part of the David C Cook family.<>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 can heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every 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
Though 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 prayer
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

© 2014 Matthew Merker Music (BMI) / Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI). All rights reserved. CCLI Song #7016164.
Administrated worldwide at www.CapitolCMGPublishing.com, excluding the UK which is adm. by Integrity Music, part of the David C Cook family.