04 September 2010

When Waves of Trouble Roll

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

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
--Anne Steele (1716-1778), whose mother died when she was three, who was injured and an invalid the rest of her life, and who fiance drowned in a river the day before their wedding when she was 21