Thou Refuge of my soul
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Thou Refuge of my soul,On thee, when sorrows rise,On thee, when waves of trouble roll,My fainting hope relies.
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To thee I tell my grief,For thou alone canst heal;Thy word can bring a sweet reliefFor every pain I feel.
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But O, when doubts prevail,I fear to call thee mine;The springs of comfort seem to fail,And all my hopes decline.
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Yet, Lord, where shall I flee?Thou art my only trust;And still my soul would cleave to thee,Though prostrate in the dust.