Dear Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise. On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies.
2. To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy Word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel.
3. But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline.
4. 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.
5. Thy mercy-seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat; With humble hope attend Thy will, And wait beneath Thy feet.