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Now to the haven of Thy breast
Hymnal: Revival Hymns #235 (1858) Hymnal Title: Revival Hymns
Now to the haven of Thy breast
Christ, a refuge
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Revival Hymns ... with a Supplement. 2nd ed. #d312 (1852) Hymnal Title: Revival Hymns ... with a Supplement. 2nd ed. First Line: To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Christ, a refuge
Now to the haven of Thy breast
Hymnal: Sabbath Songs and Spiritual Hymns #112b (1881) Hymnal Title: Sabbath Songs and Spiritual Hymns Languages: English
Now to the haven of Thy breast
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymn Book #d445 (1837) Hymnal Title: The African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymn Book
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Now to the haven of Thy breast
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #771 (1858) Hymnal Title: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book
Now to the haven of Thy breast
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Baptist Psalmody #544 (1850) Hymnal Title: The Baptist Psalmody
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
To the Haven of thy Breast
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #S.XXX (1801) Hymnal Title: The Christian's Duty 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
To the Haven of thy Breast
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Church Harmony ... Adapted to the Divine Worship of the Various Religious Denominations. 24th ed. #d37 (1841) Hymnal Title: The Church Harmony ... Adapted to the Divine Worship of the Various Religious Denominations. 24th ed.
To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly
Now to the haven of Thy breast
Author: Rev. Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Clifton Chapel Collection of "Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs" #577 (1881) Hymnal Title: The Clifton Chapel Collection of "Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs"
Now to the haven of Thy breast
To The Haven Of Thy Breast
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11508 Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal 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
To The Haven Of Thy Breast
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