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, oh, my Sav'our, 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 stay'd,
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, chear 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 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.
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First Line: | Jesu, Lover of my Soul |
Title: | Christ the Believer's Refuge and Portion |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Longing after Christ |
Notes: | Public Domain. |