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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 along 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.
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 ;
O may 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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 9:9;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 527 | | | # 106 | | 1866 | # 668 |
MUSIC
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CLAREMONT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 106 | Eb | | # 892 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 8 6 | | 8 6 8 8 6 |
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