| A hymn written by Charles Wesley | |
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(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 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. |
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(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; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. |
(4) 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. |