The only refuge

764 S. M.
The soul’s only refuge.

THOU refuge of my soul,
   On thee, when sorrows rise,
   On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
   My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell my grief,
   For thou alone canst heal;
   Thy Word can bring a sweet relief!
   For every pain I feel.

3 But, O, when doubts prevail,
   I fear to call thee mine;
   The springs of comfort seem to fail,
   And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, Lord, Where shall I flee?
   Thou art my only trust;
   And still my soul would cleave to thee,
   Though prostrate in the dust.
                         Anne Steele
                         Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)