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To the haven of thy breast

To the haven of thy breast

Author: Charles Wesley (1742)
Tune: ST. DOROTHEA
Published in 70 hymnals

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Representative Text

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
Thy sweet refreshing grace:
O'er a parch’d 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, Jesus, from the heat,
And terror of his frown.

5. Let thy merit as a cloud
Still interpose between,
Plead the atonement of thy blood
Till I am cleansed from sin:
Weary, parched with thirst and faint
Till thou the abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.

6. Never shall I want it less
When 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.

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742), pp. 145-146.

Author: Charles Wesley

Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepene… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: To the haven of thy breast
Author: Charles Wesley (1742)
Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
Copyright: Public Domain

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