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Jesu, lover of my soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Common Praise #96a (2000) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:10 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters 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, O 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 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find; raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; false and full of sin I am, thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover 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. Topics: Lent; Fourth Sunday Before Lent Year B; Ash Wednesday; Proper 17 Year C Languages: English Tune Title: HOLLINGSIDE

Jesu, lover of my soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Common Praise #96b (2000) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:10 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters 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, O 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 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find; raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; false and full of sin I am, thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover 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. Topics: Lent; Fourth Sunday Before Lent Year B; Ash Wednesday; Proper 17 Year C Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH

Jesus, Lover of my soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #417a (1918) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:8 Topics: The Christian Life Penitence and Faith; Hymns for the Young Coming to Jesus; The Church The Gospel Call; The Church The Sacraments - The Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH

Jesus, Lover of my soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #417b (1918) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:8 Topics: The Christian Life Penitence and Faith; Hymns for the Young Coming to Jesus; The Church The Gospel Call; The Church The Sacraments - The Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: HOLLINGSIDE

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #533 (1998) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:4-16 Topics: Healing; Salvation/Redemption; Trust Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Christian Worship #533 (2021) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Scripture: Philippians 3:7-9 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past; safe into the haven guide. O 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 defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness. False and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, grace to cover 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. Topics: Redeemer Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYN

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #50a (1897) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Philippians 3:7-8 Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Son - Sufferings and Death Languages: English Tune Title: EDEN

When I survey the wondrous cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #50b (1897) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Philippians 3:7-8 Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Son - Sufferings and Death Languages: English Tune Title: COMMUNION

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Presbyterian Hymnal #100 (1990) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Philippians 3:7-8 Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Languages: English Tune Title: ROCKINGHAM

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Presbyterian Hymnal #101 (1990) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Philippians 3:7-8 Lyrics: 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Languages: English Tune Title: HAMBURG