August Song of the Month - Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Lyrics
​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 ev'ry 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.

Words: Anne Steele, 1760
Music: Matt Merker © 2014 Getty Music Publishing / Matthew Merker Music / Sovereign Grace Praise (Capitol CMG Publishing / www.capitolcmgpublishing.com, Integrity Music / www.integratedrights.com)