Jesus, My Refuge

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

To thee I tell my grief; For thou alone canst heal: Thy word can bring a sweet relief For ev' ry pain Ifeel.

Dear Lord, where should I flee?- Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.