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Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Congregational singing Capitol Hill Baptist Church - Washington, D.C. Text: Anne Steele | Tune: Matthew Merker 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 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 sov’reign grace Be deaf when I complain? No, still the ear of sov’reign grace Attends the mourner’s prayer; 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. Thy mercy seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat; With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet.