Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

In college, our chapel time worship leader was Dr. David Harris. From day #1 of being a freshman I was hooked on that hour of worship and bible study. Dr. Harris is one of the most passionate, God-fearing men I know. I can remember some days where he would be near tears explaining a hymn to us - or, wading through a scripture passage with such heart and emotion... He challenged me to live my life passionately for God - to FEEL truth and Grace in my own life. Today I just wanted to share one of my all time fave hymns with you, "Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul" written by Anne Steele (who has a sad story herself). The words have been ringing through my heart for a few days now - especially when I consider where my brother is right now... and, God is good to comfort me and remind me of WHO is in control. Be refreshed yourself, today, in remembering who God is - our refuge.
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." Ps. 46:1

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.

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.

Has 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 mourners prayer
Oh my I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there

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.