Jesus, Lover of My Soul |
Charles Wesley, 1740
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 Saviour, 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; | 3. Wilt Thou not regard my call, Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall; Lo, on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope, I stand, Dying , and behold, I live!
4. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; |
5. 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. |