Is your soul feeling weary and seeking refuge? Try praying this prayer out loud to God right now.
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 every pain I feel
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
3. Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner's prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there
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
Author: Anne Steele (1716-1778)
To read a short biography about Anne Steele, click here.
I heard this hymn for the first time on a worship album I was listening to. The honesty and hope in the lyrics spoke to me in a profound way. I carry a hymn book in my man-purse wherever I go. It's like a book of instant prayers, ready to access and pray to our Father who is constantly listening. Do you find you run out of words sometimes? Well, why not starting packing a hymn book in your man purse and see where it takes you!
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 every pain I feel
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
3. Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner's prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there
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
Author: Anne Steele (1716-1778)
To read a short biography about Anne Steele, click here.
I heard this hymn for the first time on a worship album I was listening to. The honesty and hope in the lyrics spoke to me in a profound way. I carry a hymn book in my man-purse wherever I go. It's like a book of instant prayers, ready to access and pray to our Father who is constantly listening. Do you find you run out of words sometimes? Well, why not starting packing a hymn book in your man purse and see where it takes you!
