Text: | Jesus, lover of my soul |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus, lover of my soul |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | 7s (Double) |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Christ: Life, Office, and Example; Jesus the Refuge |