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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]
To the haven of thy breast
To the haven of thy breast
Hymnal: The New Jubilee Harp #280 (1888) Languages: English Tune Title: [To the haven of thy breast]
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 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
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
To the haven of thy breast
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
To the haven of thy breast
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
To the haven of thy breast
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
To the haven of thy breast
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
To the haven of thy breast
Now to the haven of thy breast
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #756 (1886) Lyrics: 1 Now to the haven of thy breast,
O Son of man, I fly;
Be thou my refuge and my rest,
For oh! the storm is high.
3 Protect me from the furious blast;
My shield and shelter be;
Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
3 As welcome as the water-spring
Is to a barren place,
Jesus, descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet, refreshing grace.
4 As o'er a parched and weary land
A rock extends its shade,
So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand,
And screen my naked head.
5 How swift to save me didst thou move
In every trying hour!
O still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy power. Topics: The Christian Guidance and Protection Tune Title: DUNDEE
Now to the haven of thy breast
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
To the Haven of thy Breast
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