136    C.M.     A. Steele
God our Refuge. Deut. 33. 27; Ps. 9. 9; 46. 1

1 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 O! 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 [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?

6 No; still the ear of sovereign grace
  Attends the mourner’s prayer;
  O may I ever find access
  To breathe my sorrows there!]

7 Thy mercy-seat is open still;
  Here let my soul retreat;
  With humble hope attend thy will,
  And wait beneath thy feet.