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; O 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. Dear refuge of my weary soul, I wait beneath Thy feet.
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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;
O 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.
Dear refuge of my weary soul,
I wait beneath Thy feet.
I always thought it was "and can thee err of sovreign grace" but now that I see it typed out it makes more sense the way you have it written
Love the work you guys do! I'm a Baptist from Kansas City, and I'm super encouraged by your music. Thanks so much!
Thank you for this beautiful hymn expressing God’s grace.
Amen!
There is still a remnant in america.
Love your music. Can you add lyrics to the screen?