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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: The New Jubilee Harp #280 (1885) Languages: English Tune Title: [To the haven of thy breast]
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Hymnal: The New Jubilee Harp #280 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: [To the haven of thy breast]
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To The Haven Of Thy Breast

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11508 Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 Lyrics: 1 To the haven of Thy breast, O Son of Man, I fly; Be my refuge and my rest, For oh! the storm is high; Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempest be, Hide me, Jesu, till o’erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry, barren place, O descend on me, and bring Thy sweet refreshing grace; O’er a parched and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Savior, with Thy hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succor been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst Thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with Thy love, And shield me with Thy power. 4 First, and last in me perform The work Thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun; Sprinkle still the mercy-seat, And bring Thy Father’s anger down; Screen me, Jesu, from the heat, And terror of His frown. 5 Let Thy merit as a cloud Still interpose between, Plead th’atonement of Thy blood Till I am cleansed from sin; Weary, parched with thirst and faint Till Thou th’abiding Spirit breathe, Every moment, Lord, I want The merit of Thy death. 6 Never shall I want it less Till Thou the gift hast given, Filled me with Thy righteousness, And sealed the heir of Heaven; I shall hang upon my God, Till I Thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of Thy blood Shall speak me up to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. DOROTHEA
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXIII (1791) Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O Son of man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempest be; Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place: O descend on me, and bring The sweet-refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land, As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move, To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shaddow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. Topics: Penitential Languages: English
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the Use of Christians. 1st ed. #CXXIX (1816) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O son of man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast A covert from the tempest be; Hide me Jesus, till o'er past The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place; O descend on me and bring The sweet refreshing grace; O'er the parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been; In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall take me up to thee. Languages: English
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To the Haven of thy Breast

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #S.XXX (1801) Lyrics: 1 To the Haven of thy Breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my Refuge and my Rest, For O the Storm is high! Save me from the furious Blast A covert from the Tempest be; Hide me Jesus, till o'er past The Storm of Sin I see. 2 Welcome as the Waterspring To a dry barren Place; O descend on me and bring The sweet refreshing Grace; O'er the parch'd and weary Land As a great Rock extends its Shade, Hide me Saviour, with thine Hand, And screen my naked Head. 3 In the Time of my Distress Thou hast my Succour been; In my utter Helplessness Restraining me from Sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying Hour! Still protect me with thy Love, And shield me with thy Pow'r. 4 First and Last in me perform The Work thou hast begun; Be my Shelter from the Storm, My Shadow from the Sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect Glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy Blood Shall take me up to thee. Languages: English
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #S129 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O son of man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast A covert from the tempest be; Hide me Jesus, till o'er past The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place; O descend on me and bring The sweet refreshing grace; O'er the parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been; In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall take me up to thee. Languages: English
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXIII (1788) Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast A covert from the tempest be; Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place; O descend on me and bring The sweet-refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land, As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. Topics: Penitential Languages: English
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXIII (1790) Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempest be; Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place; O descend on me, and bring The sweet-refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land, As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and Last, in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. Languages: English
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To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn-book #33 (1793) Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempest be; Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place: O descend on me and bring The sweet-refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been; In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin: O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last, in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. Topics: Penitential Languages: English
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