Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul Anne Steele Kevin Twit re- fuge of my — wear-y soul, Thee when sor - rows - oh! When gloo- my doubts pre - vail, - 1 fear to call Thee - Thou not bid me seek Thy face, - And shall I seek in - mer - cy seat is = pen still, - Here let my soul re = rise On Thee when waves of trou - ble roll, mine The springs of com - fort seem to _—_ fail, - And vain? And can the caro sov-ereign grace, - Be treat With hum - ble hope at -- tend. ‘Thy (©1098, Kevin Twit Musi (ASCAP). Used y permission. AU rights esrved,fainting hope re - lies To Thee I tell each rising grief, all my hopes de - cline Yet gra- cious God where shall I flee? - deaf when 1 com - plain? No still the ear of sovereign grace, - wait be- neath Thy - feet Thy mer - cy seat is pen still, ~ For Thou alone canst her—=~ f___—* thy Word can bring a = Thou art my on- ly tm = st. ~~ And still my soul would At tends the mourners pray - er 9 - Oh may Tv ~ er = Here let’ my soul re - trea = t = With —hum~ble hope at ~ <> x» 523 71 sweet re - lief, = Sr eve -ry pain T - feel 2 But cleave to Thee - Though prostrate in the - dust 3, Hast find ac - cess, - To breathe my sor - rows - there 4. Thy tend Thy will, - And wait be-neath Thy - feet (©1098, Kevin Twit Musi (ASCAP). Used y permission. AU rights esrved,