The Golden Sheaf ‎#204

204. Jesus, refuge of my soul

1 Jesus, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows 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,
O receive me home at last.

2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, O 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 defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, refuge of my soul
• Author: C. Wesley
• Publication Date: 1902
• Notes: Public Domain.

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