Reformed Press Hymnal ‎#88

88. Jesus, Lover Of My Soul

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 inTthee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and heal 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 mine heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, Lover of my soul
• Title: Jesus, Lover Of My Soul
• Author: Charles Wesley
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934

Tune Information

• Name: [Jesus, Lover of my soul]
• Composer: S. B. Marsh
• Key: F Major or modal