Jesus Lover of My Soul



	

      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 Savior, hide,
      Till the storm of life is past;
      Safe into the haven guide;
      Oh, receive my soul at last.
      
      Other refuge have I none,
      Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
      Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
      Still support and comfort me.
      All my trust on Thee is stayed,
      All my help from Thee I bring;
      Cover my defenseless head
      With the shadow of Thy wing.
      
      Wilt Thou not regard my call?
      Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
      Lo! I sink, I faint, I falló
      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.
      
      Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
      More than all in Thee I find;
      Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
      Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
      Just and holy is Thy Name,
      Source of all true righteousness;
      Thou art evermore the same,
      Thou art full of truth and grace.
      
      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.


	Charles Wesley
	
	

Last Update: Sunday, May 13, 2007
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