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 every pain I feel.

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

Yet, Lord, where shall I flee?
Thou are my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

Anne Steele, alt.

Where shall I go from Your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from Your presence? How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with You.

Psalm 139:7,17-18

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. Publishing House of the M. E. Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #533.

Note: This hymn is in the public domain. Also, the hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I generally use the first line as the title.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021

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