1 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;
O receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge I have none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All mine 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 pardon 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 mine heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus lover of my soul |
Title: | Tempted—but flying to Christ the Refuge |
Meter: | Hotham Tune |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | The Christian; Christ: Refuge; Christian: Tempted(2 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |