|Text:||Jesus, Lover of My Soul|
|Author:||Charles Wesley, 1707-88|
|Composer:||Joseph Parry, 1841-1903|
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.
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 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.
|First Line:||Jesus, lover of my soul|
|Title:||Jesus, Lover of My Soul|
|Author:||Charles Wesley, 1707-88 (abr., alt.)|
|Meter:||77 77 D|