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 whose fiance drowned in a river the day before their wedding when she was 21.
 Dane Ortlund