Pacific Gold - Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soul
On you when sorrows rise
On you when waves of troubles roll
My faint and hope relies

To you I tell each rising grief
For you alone can heal
Your word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel
For every pain I feel

And oh
My lord
To you when waves of trouble roll
I'll come

But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call you mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail
And all my hopes decline
When in the dark, lord, help me see,
When deaf, give me your ears
Oh, brighten up this world to me
And let me find you here
And let me find you here

And oh
My lord
To you when waves of trouble roll
I'll come
I'll come

And oh
My lord
To you when waves of trouble roll
I'll come