Recently I have had a lot on my mind that needs to be laid at the feet of Christ. This morning has found me constantly running to the throne of grace, casting my cares over and over again upon the God who is able to do exceedingly more than I can ask or imagine. Lately I have felt that obedience through not being anxious but presenting my requests to God is a full-time job. More often than not I fail.
This song sweetly reminds me of the constant access I have to a gracious merciful, and loving God. What a refuge can be found in Him at any given moment. The song says it all:
Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
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.
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.
Oh may I ever find access
To breath 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 beneathThy feet.
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